#so i buffed it out a little bit. a treat! for you! :)

[multiheadcanons]

HOW THE MERCS TELL YOU THEY LOVE YOU. SEE YOU TOMORROW ❤️

scout: it’s an odd call and response. you ask if he likes you, almost offhandedly, and he responds in a similar manner. “you’re like my best friend, man! i wouldn’t know who else to hang out with except you.”

soldier: it’s been a tiring day on the field. but when he sees you, it’s better. the day becomes better. and as he asks you what you’ve done with your day, exhausted and bloody, he smiles, and pats your shoulder. “a good day for you is a good day for all of us!”

pyro: you sit next to pyro in the dark of the night, staring at the sky. there is no moon, there is no light, it is just you both under the infinite expanse of stars. and you feel the brush of a glove against your hand. tentatively, you grab it. there is no motion to look at the other. just a continued watch of the night sky.

demo: you’d gone on one date with demo. if it could even be called that, he got swept away by work pretty quickly. so to see him at your door, dressed in his best casual wear, with a bouquet… it’s a charming apology, you think. so you aren’t prepared for him to say “i love you, and i don’t want to lose you to my job.”

heavy: you just needed to drop something off in his room. you knocked on the door, and he called you in. you don’t know how it devolved into a conversation, you just know you never really got to see heavy so… relaxed. comfortable. when the conversation lulled, you went to make you leave, but he stopped you. “stay a little longer. you’re good company.”

engineer: engie never really lets people go with him places, so to ask is a far shot. but you did. and he went quiet for a moment, looked you over. and decided today, you could. under the terms that you don’t tell anyone what you two do. don’t looked too shocked. he’ll leave without you. “well, come on then!”

medic: you were warned against involving the doctor in nonsense. and you didn’t quite understand, as it seemed he wasn’t one to be so serious, so to catch him in his downtime, still rushing around the infirmary, with one offhand, silly-to-you little question… it stops him in his tracks. his eyes flick to you, and in the moment you gained his focus, you watch him go through an unknown thought process, landing on a mischievous smile almost instantaneously. “i love your thinking.”

sniper: you just needed a minute away from people right now. so as you walked the road, you didn’t think much about the sound of the vehicle behind you until it slowed to a crawl beside you. you turn to look, meeting yellow aviators, and a stoic face. “you’re not walking out in the middle of nowhere. get in the van.”

spy: spy is not what one would call a crisis individual. he’s not the one to contact if you are in a dire emergency and need immediate aid. but you had no one else to turn to. and it, admittedly, did shock you for him to pick up the phone at all. you didn’t have time to explain the situation. you just told him to get to you. and the line remained silent. then a response came through. “i’ll be there shortly.”

[hoshifighting]

hey baby, these last days I'm thinking so much about a dk (since he is all buffed out 🫦) and a reader so shy and has liked never came before... so the she and dk are dating and they wait a bit to do the deed and she doesn't tell him, but when his fingers are inside her she just moves like so much and try to push it off all because she never felt this much :c, then dk noticed she's a virgin and treats her so well

buff dk changed lifes

WARNINGS: virginity loss, fingering, overwhelming, inexperienced!reader, oral (both), begging, edging.

you’re already feeling flushed and flustered just from kissing, hands tangled in his hair, his lips warm against yours, and when his hand slips lower, fingers grazing down between your thighs, your whole body jolts, he murmurs something low about how horny you may be, and you feel your breath catch as his fingers slip under the edge of your underwear.

the second his fingers slide inside you, it’s like everything kicks into overdrive. your hips buck up all on their own, your mind foggy, and you gasp, hands coming down to grip his wrist like it’s too wet, too much, too intense, too everything. you squirm, legs trying to close, but he just keeps his hand steady, his fingers stilling inside you for a moment, like he’s giving you a chance to catch your breath.

“hey, hey,” he whispers, “you okay, baby?” something curious in his tone, and when you don’t respond right away, he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes going all soft when he sees the shy, overwhelmed look on your face. and maybe he puts it together from how tightly you’re clenching around his fingers, how your body’s trembling just from a light fingering. “wait… is this your first time?”

you swallow, cheeks going all hot, but you nod, glancing away like you’re embarrassed. his expression changes instantly—any mischief is replaced by this gentle, almost reverent look, like he’s just discovered something precious.

“oh, baby,” he murmurs, hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin so tenderly it almost makes your heart ache. “you should’ve told me. i would’ve taken things a little slower.”

you try to laugh it off, but it comes out more like a shaky breath. “i didn’t want you to… think i wasn’t ready or something.”

he smiles, leaning in to kiss you softly. “we’ll go as slow as you need. and if anything feels like too much, you just tell me, okay?”

you nod, and he eases his fingers back in, spitting on it to make it wetter, watching your reactions like he’s memorizing every little gasp and shiver. his fingers curl inside you, pressing is ''button''and it’s like a spark goes off inside you, makes you feel so sensitive you almost want to pull away, but you’re already too far gone.

“you feel that, baby? feel how good you’re squeezing me?” his fingers start moving and every time he curls them, it’s like this wave of pleasure builds up inside you, your body reacting on its own, clenching around him, hips lifting like you can’t get enough even though it feels like too much.

“seok—seokmin,” you whimper, and he leans in, lips brushing over your neck as his fingers keep working you open, the sound of everything echoing around the room, soft, slick, wet. he’s watching you the whole time, eyes locked on your face like he’s looking for any sign that you’re uncomfortable, but all he sees is you, flushed and breathless, trying to keep up with how good it all feels.

“you’re doing so good, baby. just let yourself feel it.” his thumb finds the clit, pressing down in these slow circles, and it’s like every nerve in your body fires up, hips rolling viciously, squeezing around his fingers so tight it’s like you’re holding onto him with everything you’ve got. he keeps whispering sweet, filthy little things, telling you how good you feel, his words melting into your skin as you get closer. and when you finally reach that peak, it’s like your body takes over, clenching around the digits,in seconds u are blissfully ruined in his arms.

oh, and he got patience like you wouldn’t believe. he’s not rushing anything; it’s almost excruciating how slow he takes things, like he’s teaching you the art of the dirty 😭, building you up in ways you didn’t even know you could feel before.

every time he’s got you spread out beneath him, his only goal is to take his time, making you wet with his mouth and his hands. fingers finding just the right spots to make your back arch, to make you gasp and cling to him. and he’ll look up at you between your thighs; “this is all you, baby. look at how much you’re already giving me.”

and god, he loves making you beg. the way he lingers between your legs, mouth hot and skilled, dragging you to the edge only to pull back at the last second, grinning when you whine, when you whisper his name all desperate. “you want more?” he’ll murmur, giving you just a teasing lick on the swollen clit, watching you melt. but he’s got that strict patience, only letting his fingers slide back inside when its wet, good and ready, working you slow.

sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly wicked, he’ll make you beg to do something for him. he’ll settle back against the headboard, a smirk playing on his lips as he pats his thigh. “if you wanna take care of me, you’ve gotta show me, baby,” he’ll say encouraging. “gotta know that you’re serious about it. come on, i know you can.” and you’ll find yourself crawling over, nervous but so desperate to please, eyes wide as you look up at him, hands trembling as you reach for his cock.

when you finally get his cock in your mouth, he’s so sweet, so patient, talking you through it, guiding you with gentle words and praise. “just like that, baby… that’s it,” he’ll murmur, trying his best to not moan as. he guides you. “you look so good like this, you know? so good for me.” and he’s got his hand in your hair, not forcing or rushing, just there, guiding you, holding you close. every time you pull back, gasping for air, he just smiles, brushing his thumb over your drooled bottom lip.

but he doesn’t let you get too far.

every time you think tonight’s the night, when you’re all worked up and ready, practically begging for him, he’ll just grin, leaning down to kiss you slow and deep, his fingers sliding right back between your thighs. “not yet, baby... not until you’re really, really ready. until you’re craving me so much you can’t stand it.” and he keeps you there, keeps you on edge night after night, learning every inch of your body, every little sound you make, until he’s got you wrapped around his finger—literally (?).

[m0chisenpai]

maitress

˚｡⋆ the vampire armand x black!fem!reader

in which armand may be the maitre, but every king needs a queen.

The troupe bustled and moved in organized chaos. Electricity filled the air it tickled her veins, tonight was special. Claudia couldn't explain it, the blood sabbath felt intoxicating. The acting was on par with what was held at the royal opera. Was someone of importance watching?

She did not know and as she made her trek up the wooden steps from the Wet Room, the room went still.

“Beautiful work in the previous night my children, my heart might have leapt for a moment.” The velveteen voice wrapped around a Claudia’s mind. She closed her eyes, she could feel the owners voice as though she were next to her. And it seemed her voice was made known to all, because the room went still.

It was as though her presence were in the center of the room. Claudia could see her, but not, her face unknown to her. Her eyes cut to Louis, but they are glossed over, looking and searching for this source of comfort.

She could feel her arm hold her into her side, like a mother. Her hand settled on the back of her neck, finger playing with a curl and letting it bounce free. “And I have no doubt our young new puce is hard at work as well, we need more bright young minds here. Dear Claudia.”

"I look forward to seeing each of you all for tonight's hunt, I've a special treat for our American friends."

Then it was gone. Santiago let out a low groan placing his hand onto his chest, “her voice does wonders. I could listen to it for the rest of my days.”

Armand clapped his hands together snapping them out the trance. “You heard the maitress! Let us not disappoint and puce I hope her words lit an inspiration in you as well.” Claudia bowed her head, leaving through the wings and down the steps.

Claudia buffed and shined the casket of the acting troupe, her ears trained onto the post-show critiquing taking place above. She huffed sitting back on her knees. She was so close, just a little more enduring and she would join the theatre. And with a little persuasion her companion would join.

But Louis was 'fine' with sitting behind the scenes.

Claudia allowed her hands to wander the vanity, covered in treasures. The bottles of perfume glistened in the lights, and a bouquet of deep red roses sat nestled with note inside. scattered sheets of plays more covered in red than actual written words filled the space. A photo of Armand tucked in the mirror beside another note, the ink clearly fresh. She went to open it, to see just who was-

“Puce!” She jumped back dropping the letter back onto vanity. Sam now stood behind her, a scowl on his face like many nights.

“That is for maitress” the apprentice playwright breathed, lovingly looking up to the portrait as thought it were God himself up there. Though Sam was a brilliant playwright, the man was a horrible gossip. If you knew the right words, knew how to get him started then all you’d need is to sit back and let him spill his guts.

“How long has she been here?”

“She was one of the first to be chosen by maitre. No one knows how, but they say her first role was a testament to her story” Sam dropped his voice to a hush looking up. Santiago was wrapping up. So he lured the young puce in.

“Some say, she is the maitre’s one and only fledgling.” Claudia’s eyes widen. And before a slew of questions could come out, he swept the stack of papers in his arms smacking them on the cluttered wooden table.

“No more gossip for you puce! Make sure her area is well kept and don't touch her writing, she bit my finger off last time.” Claudia quickly went to work putting the make up and perfumes in the right places of the vanity.

She made her way to deposit the costumes to the be cleaned when her eyes catch a figure, lying across Armand's bed.

Her eyes concealed by a tinted round pair of fold rimmed glasses, and hands moving with her speech. She wore a pair of high waisted slacks with a dark red blouse tucked in. Her hair was thick and pulled to sit an simple updo with a patterned scarf tied.

Back and forth she paced the small room with a script in hand, taking the frames off to toss onto the cluttered desk along with the script.

"Santiago really needs to stop screwing Estelle, you can tell he is. He gets so boring on stage" she grumbled, holding her hand out to receive a cigarette from Armand and standing still for him to light it.

"The little American beauty is adorable" She called out, by now Armand has begun to smoke from his own cigarette, moving to stop her in her steps and pull her atop his lap on the bed. "I wish I could have seen their arrival."

"Yes she has that bite you had in your early years here." Her maroon lips turn upward as she cups his jaw.

"But your words cut deeper," his voice whispers now holding her hand to press into his cheek. Gentle kisses upon her wrist make her eyes flutter shut until he bites. As he feeds, her eyes look outward. Locking with Claudia's wide ones

Her blood is sweeter than anything he has tasted. Armand would drink from her alone for the rest of his existence if he could. He moves her off to lie among the pillows.

Her throat bared to him. His body covers her, his face face now buried in her neck where he bites her high enough where no shirt may cover.

"I suggest you finish your chores now, puce."

Claudia quickly steps away, her heart pounds against her chest as she quickly makes her way into the costume room. She would never forget those cold green eyes, staring into her own.

Back in the bedroom, she slips Armand onto his back. Straddling His waist. There is no protest in his eyes. Only a burning desire, had she demanded his heart in this moment he’d give to her at any moment. She gazes down at him, with a tilt to her head.

"You know I prefer to be on top, my beautiful Arun."

"Yes, maitress."

[meanbossart]

so did drow do the unholy assassination ritual or did he just kill sarevok? what was his relationship like with him pre-tadpoling?

He went along into the inner sanctum of the murder tribunal and I BELIEVE he did kill the annoying little flying elephant, but I'm not sure, to be honest, but probably.

However, I then decided that the vibes were off and proceeded to attack Sarevok instead of proceeding with the ritual. This gave way to what was probably the coolest and most cinematic fight of the game for me!

If you trigger that fight in the sanctum (where Valeria and the blood pool is) it is a fair bit more difficult than if you were to attack earlier; Sarevok has like 20 minions who help him out and keep giving him sanctuary, and if you don't know what you're doing (which I most certainly didn't) you can get your ass handed to you very easily.

... And that is very much what happened! DU drow was downed, Shadowheart was buffing like her life depended on it, and Gale was doing something vaguely important, I'm sure. Point is that it was a desperate situation. I then for the first time used Astarion's Danse Macabre spell that he got from the Necromancy of Thay, and summoned six individually controllable ghouls which proceeded to gang up on Sarevok and shred him to pieces, distracting him and giving Astarion the chance to pick DU drow's ass up and finish the fight. This was cool as hell. And frankly it was a scene as formative for the characters as any cutscene or dialogue to me, if not more so.

(The ghouls were severely nerfed at some point shortly after the release of the game, alas. Which I lament, because Astarion coming to that type of power after turning Ascension down - one much less glamorous or impressive but cool nonetheless - felt incredibly poetic to me.)

Prior to suffering from amnesia, DU drow and Sarevok's relationship was... Interesting. They kind of held each other at arms length while also being vaguely buddy-buddy with one another, they disagreed on many things regarding how the church should be ran, but ultimately came together in the pursuit of one goal - making a pair out of DU drow and Orin. DU drow, as we know, was just in love with her, and towards the end of his Bhaalist career he would have accepted reciprocation even if it had to happen under the pressure and influence of the Bhaalist cult. Sarevok, on the other hand, just wanted them to breed and produce more powerful bhaalspawn, and had no investment in either of their feelings.

DU drow went from finding Sarevok's methods reprehensible to completely turning a blind eye to them. He recognized that Sarevok only wanted babies out of the arrangement and very much treated Orin unfavorably for being the difficult party. Believe it or not, there was a point where DU drow put her wishes first and his personal feelings second.

Then, as the years went on and so did the isolation and brain-washing, DU drow grew desperate enough to not only allow, but encourage Sarevok to put the pressure on Orin to give into his wishes, even if it never worked.

I also believe DU drow modeled himself off of Sarevok a lot. He was kind of an uncle-like figure to him that he both mocked for his antiquate beliefs WRT to running the cult, but also aspired to replace and to eventually instill the same fear as he once did.

[dragqueenstarscream]

Once Starscream's human gets close enough, he'll trust them to clean his wings and it feels *good*. He might try to hide it, but his wings are fluttering and he wants to melt into cooing putty in their touch, realizing that maybe it's ok to have moments of vulnerability around people who care for him

-💌 anon

it's a big leap of faith for starscream, one he's unsure he wants to take. ever since the war started, he's been afraid of trusting anyone other than himself. considering what happened when he trusted megatron, his fears aren't exactly irrational.

but you're able to win him over. you, in all your funny little human charm, show him the kindness he's been missing. he can feel it in your laugh whenever he says something amusing, your seemingly unending stream of questions about how he works, your touch whenever you clean his chassis.

the fear in your eyes when he returned to his berth, damaged and limping.

humans are so expressive. he can read you like a book, and there's no mistaking what that look means.

as he finally, finally allows you to get close enough to his gunked up wings to clean them, he starts to wonder why he denied himself this pleasure for so long. your nimble human hands reach places his long claws can't. with every layer of grime washed away, starscream feels old aches he'd long thought to be a result of his age beginning to fade. the pain he knew so well washed away in rivulets of water down his back.

it feels like nothing he's experienced in a long, long time. it feels like cybertron, where he could treat himself to spa days more frequently. it feels like home.

his wings flutter gently as you scrape away the muck in their hinges. his optics fade shut, and a smile starts to spread over his face. not a scheming smirk, nor the awkward half grin when he realizes he's done something stupid in front of megatron. it's something tired, long abandoned, but real.

"i'd recommend that knock out come to you, rather than breakdown, whenever he needs his finish buffed," he jokes, "but that would mean not having you here with me as often. and you know i don't like to share."

and there it is. your little human laughter, something he might have once found annoying, but now looks forward to hearing when he returns to his berth.

letting himself smile a bit more, starscream tilts his head forward to allow you better access to his wing hinges. he doesn't know when he'll get to savor this luxury again, so for now, he's determined to make the most of it.

[terry-perry]

Are requests for the Alastor x carmine!reader still open because I thought of something about the early stages of their dating?

What if even though they're trying to keep it a secret and not tell a lot of people, but they can't resist being in such good moods because they're clearly in love with each other?

"I can't tell you their name but let me tell me how amazing this person is SWOON!!"

Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce y'all to Lillian!

"Y/N! So good to see you baby! I feel it's been ages!"

Y/N walked into the salon and greeted her nail tech with a couple air kisses and a big hug. "Hi, Lillian -I know! I'm most definitely due for some new acrylics. Also, is Shannon in? I wanted to get my hair done too. Give it some shine, add some curls."

"She's got a few appointments, but for you? She'll make time!"

Lillian gleefully took her favorite client by the hand and led her toward her workstation. "So, nails and hair, huh? What's the occasion? Are you guys working on an important deal?"

"Nothing like that," Y/N said as she dipped her nails in the bowl of acetone placed in front of her, unable to keep her giddiness inside since she was still having trouble trying not to think about him anymore than she could help. "I have a date tonight!"

"Oh, is that so?" Lillian pondered, wide-eyed as she observed the big smile on Y/N's face.

"Yeah, it's with this guy I've been seeing for about a couple weeks. We've been going out for coffee and taking walks after work, but tonight is our first real date!"

"And where's the lucky guy taking you?" Lillian asked sweetly, focusing on buffing out the last bits of Y/N's acrylics but still investing in their conversation.

"We're going to this jazz club downtown that he likes for drinks and maybe dancing. Then he's planning on taking me to...The Severed Head."

Lillian stopped herself from making her buffer sponge slip out of her hands from surprise at hearing this. She lifted her head to show her disbelief to a practically beaming Y/N. "The Severed Head?! The fancy place people can't even afford to eat bread from?"

"The very same!" Y/N said with a giggle.

"I heard it can take up to months to get a reservation there. How'd you guys swing that?"

"He's got connections. He made a deal with the owner a while back, so you can say he's a big part of why the place has good business."

Lillian continued to look positively agog at this piece of gossip. "So he's an Overlord then. Impressive!"

Y/N hummed, looking very pensive suddenly. "He's incredible, a little rough around the edges, but he's quite the gentleman who treats me well. He's also pretty funny and charming. I feel like I can really be myself around him."

Lillian softly looked at the clearly lovestruck girl in front of her. Something rare to see in Hell was something so pure, but there it was. She was happy to witness such a sight until Y/N got serious about what she said next.

"The thing is we're not out in the open just yet. You know my mother; very few things meet her approval. I don't know if me going out with another Overlord would make that list. So we're doing our best to keep a low profile for now. We have a chance to go out tonight, but only because he had to pull some strings to ensure we'd be alone. So do you think you can keep this to yourself?"

"Oh, of course, my love! You know you can trust me. I'll take this to my grave!" When Y/N gave her a strange look, she added, "You know what I mean."

They shared a small laugh before Lillian continued her work.

Lillian heard the bell above the salon's door chime, indicating someone entered. She paused her clearing up her table to see who it was and gave them a big smile.

"Oh, if it isn't the lady killer himself!" She chirped while walking over to the front to greet them.

"Now my dear, we've been over this," Alastor replied with his trademark smile. "Those particular cases went cold. It was never proven that I was involved."

She laughed at his remark. "How can I help you today handsome? Your usual sharpening?"

"Yes, and if you don't mind, perhaps a clear coat polish. I want them to look extra sharp for tonight!"

"I can take you in a second! I just gotta finish clearing up my station." She gestured for him to follow her there while they continued their conversation. "So, what's going on tonight? Meeting the next star of your radio show? I've been kinda missing it since you've been gone."

"As much as I'd love to feature guests on my show again, I'm going to have to put a pin on that for now due to my current obligations with the princess," he sat down when she offered him a seat and when he sighed dreamily she had to do a small double take as though making sure this was still Alastor she was talking to. "No, I have plans to meet with a special lady this evening."

Lillian paused setting up her tools for Alastor's claws. Did she hear that correctly?

"Am I hearing this right?" She voiced her wonder. "Is the Radio Demon seeing someone that isn't a potential deal or guest on his show?"

"I suppose..." Alastor replied coyly, mindlessly twirling his microphone that suddenly began to play romantic jazz while he displayed a gentle smile. Seeing him like that was almost endearing, if a bit strange. "She's lovely - a dove among all the crows you find here in Hell. Our budding romance could blossom beautifully if I play my cards right! It's why I must look my best and give her a night she won't soon forget!"

Her suspicions were rising, but she needed more to absolutely know. "So what do we have planned for tonight?"

"Oh, I have quite the enchanted evening planned. We'll let some beautiful music play while we share drinks. We'll enjoy dinner and dancing, and if we have time left, I have a surprise for her I know she'll love."

"Ooh, spill!" She had to know what he had up his sleeve.

"This stays between us, right?" He asked with small notes of malicious intent as he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Of course, dear," she said, not seeming to be affected by his subtle threat. "I wouldn't dare to dream of breaking nail tech-client confidentiality. I just love romance!"

He took another second to stare at her but went back to discussing his plans excitedly. "Well, she happens to love old movies. As you know, I'm not a fan of visual mediums, but she's worth it."

Lillian almost squealed right then and there. He must really think highly of this girl if he's willing to go through watching a movie with her. "Oh, so you'll finish the night with a movie?"

"A private screening of an old thriller from my time, yes," he answered. "It's about a hypnotist who brainwashes someone to commit multiple murders. I know she'll love it!"

Oh, Lillian knew this had to be Y/N he was talking about! His plans perfectly aligned with hers, and he's right about the movie. As sweet as Y/N can be, she also had a small edge which included having bizarre taste in films, books, and apparently men. She was astounded to learn about their relationship, but the more Lillian thought about it, the more they made sense. The daughter of the best arms dealer in Hell and the mischievous radio host with a soft side very few knew about. It was an unexpected pairing but also a pleasant one.

She couldn't believe she had front-row seats to what could be the start of Hell's cutest couple!

[sooniebby]

Okay so you can treat this as a request if you like but tbh I just want to get this idea out of my head lol

So I’m a Tsukishima lover, I always imagined him as being the type of person to just be very private abt his love life + being into like more buff intimidating people

A lil scenario that came to my head is halfway through second year Tsukishima and the reader, who lowkey looks like he would beat someone up, starts just waiting outside the gym after practice and leaving with Tsuki and everyone is like “huh?” But no one says anything because bro is scary.

Then one day someone finally has enough of being quiet abt it (probably Hinata let’s be honest) and asks abt it and Tsukishima just like casually “oh, that’s my bf” and EVERYONE is shockedddd.

This also applies for after highschool. Like he’s a famous volleyball player and mid live interview he’s like “me and my fiancé really like blah blah blah” and everyone is again shocked cuz he’s ENGAGED? Then he posts pictures and it’s the reader has buffed up way more after high school and is maybe even into boxing or smth. Anyways he’s basically death glaring the camera (the reader is trying to smile I swear)

Anyways have a nice day/night/wtv

xx

Your idea is so cute—I wrote a little short story for it! SFW!

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The Karasuno volleyball players would say that they aren’t scared of nothing. They played volleyball against the best of the best and still came out on top last year. Nothing could truly fear them.

But he did.

And honestly he scared everyone.

Only Tsukishima looked unbothered by the dude but he was unbothered by everyone. The dude, who looked like he belonged in the Yakuza, waited outside the gym for at least an hour or two before leaving everyday.

“What if he kills us…?” Hinata asked.

Kageyama rolled his eyes. “You’re being over dramatic.”

“Yeah, Hinata! At most he’s just a scary looking dude,” Noya joked. Yamaguchi didn’t look too keen on a random scary dude just watching them play so Yachi has to quickly comfort him.

Takeda had a somewhat idea on who the mysterious dude was. He’s seen him in classes so he was a student at the school. But he didn’t seem to be in a club.

“What if he’s waiting for a moment to kill you?” Tanaka suddenly said, earning a blank stare from everyone else. Yamaguchi looked to be on the verge of passing out.

Okay, they were certainly overreacting towards the dude. The dude in question was Nanase (Name). A second year who was in a club.

The cooking club. Which was a shock to most people. (Name) never knew why but it was most likely because he looked like a 1980s Japanese gangster to the regular person. Being at least 6’0 and buff as if he was an American football player, it was no secret why most people avoided him.

At first, the group decided to just ignore (Name). He wasn’t actually bothering them so maybe he’d go away after awhile. But soon he was there whenever they practiced but would always leave once they finished.

It was getting worrisome for the players. Just what the hell was he waiting for. Well, they got their answer when (Name) didn’t leave right away. He stayed there even as they cleaned up.

Tsukishima left without Yamaguchi, which wasn’t shocking. He had been walking home without him for awhile.

No, it wasn’t that to shock Karasuno.

It was Tsukishima leaving with (Name)!

Hinata and Noya let out dramatic gasps at the sight while Yamaguchi panicked at ‘Tsuki’ going with someone so dangerous. Takeda had to calm the boys down before they popped a blood vessel while Kageyama simply thought a bit more logically.

They were probably just friends.

“Just ask him tomorrow, dumbass.” Kageyama said, watching as Hinata began to think of the worse possible scenarios in his head.

Hinata agreed. He might have petty fights with Tsukishima some does but he would save his friend from a potential attack!

He was way off, obviously.

The next day, when the strange dude was outside again on his phone. Hinata sprinted up to Tsukishima who was drinking his water innocently.

“TSUKI!”

Tsukishima cursed as he suddenly coughed, almost choking on the water in his throat. Once he could finally breathe, he turned around to glare at Hinata.

“What’s your—?”

“—who’s that strange person outside?! The Yakuza?! A killer?!”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

Hinata pointed towards (Name), accidentally gaining his attention. He panicked when he noticed (Name) walk over to the gym with a puzzled look on his face.

Hinata, in a state of shock, confusion, fear(?), and just stupidity, screamed and jumped up onto Tsukishima’s back. Tsukishima cursed as he tried to pull the idiot off of him.

This caught the attention of the other players as they turned over to see Tsukishima, (Name), and Hinata together.

And while what was happening was (Name) trying to call Hinata down and get him off Tsukishima.

What it looked like was (Name) attacking Hinata and Tsukishima. Well mainly Hinata since Tsukishima still towered over (Name).

“Oi!! You leave my kouhai alone!!”

“Tsuki!!”

“What in the…”

(Name) flinched when Noya held a broom right at his face, causing him to quickly pull away from Hinata. Tsukishima groaned in annoyance as he was finally able to pull Hinata off of him and dropped him on the ground.

“Can you all just fucking calm down?” He sneered, gaining their attention. Noya reluctantly held down the broom and watched (Name) with a curious eye.

Kageyama, being a bit smart today, decided to just ask what they had all been wondering. “Who is this guy?”

“My boyfriend. Nanase (Name).” Tsukishima said, nonchalantly. It was silent as everyone tried to process the information. (Name) looked a bit nervous. He wasn’t sure why they were so scared of him.

He wasn’t that scary looking (he was).

“Oh, that makes sense.” Yachi said.

“Boyfriend?!” Hinata screeched.

“Someone wanted to date you?” Noya questioned.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Tsukishima glared at him.

“….what I said.”

Tanaka quickly held Noya and pushed him away. “But why do you look like a gangster?? Had us scared for a moment man!”

“Yeah, it’s a bit creepy to just watch us from afar during practice…” Yamaguchi muttered.

“I… I wasn’t watching you guys. I was just watching Tsukishima…” (Name) blushed in embarrassment. “I was also scared to meet you guys.”

The Karasuno players glanced at each other. Shocking, since they were so scared to meet him.

“Well, if this is over, we should get back to practice,” Takeda said, clapping his hands. The others reluctantly agreed and walked away, each waving goodbye to (Name).

Once it was just Tsukishima and (Name), (Name) smiled. Well, as close as he could smile. It honestly looked like a grimace.

“I’ll try to stop being creepy.” He said.

Tsukishima shrugged. “They’re just idiots. Don’t mind them. I’ll see you after practice.” He wouldn’t given him a kiss but he could feel eyes boaring into the back of his skull.

He could tell it was Yamaguchi… yeah, he had a lot to explain to him. After that, everyone welcomed (Name) with open arms while Noya continued to jokingly introduce (Name) as a gangster.

Which prompted two volleyballs to the face daily.

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Lowkey doesn’t feel short actually 💀 but you guys should do more requests like this! It’s very fun to do this :)

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This was requested!

Brotherly love. (Headcannons. How would they treat each other)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:**:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Dick Grayson ₊˚ପ⊹

Dick for sure would pamper every one of his brothers. Even if they dislike it or show ungratefulness (secretly they all love it).

With Damian he'd for sure take him to the zoo for example or go visit museums about art and help him with school.

If Damian has a crush and Dick finds our ohhh boyyy you can count on Dick teasing Damian, but also give advice on how to handle it since Damian doesn't know how to handle these kinds of stuff since he always got teached it's weakness. "I love you, little Dami"

With Jason Dick for sure would help his brother with his nightmares, panick attacks, meltdowns, flashbacks etc. If Jason's having a panick attack. "You're okay Jason. He's not here and you're safe. At the manor" Oh be sure Dick would be ready to help him calm down and after pamper him with the help of Alfred of some cookies and hot chocolate and a blanket, a good book or a movie.

If Jason is stressing out he'd go to hit it all away against a punch bag but would later go on a walk with Dick, he would listen to Jason's frustrations etc.

If Jason has a crush, Dick would wanna know *everything*. This man wouldn't live Jason down. But he'd help Jason for sure too since when he died he missed out on the teenage love. So if he has a crush he's acting like a teenage boy in love.

With Tim Dick would force him to take breaks, he knows Tim's a hard worker, but boy, with his addiction for coffee and his need to show people he's able to do it, he often doesn't sleep for a *whole week. Dick would definitely put his computer off and throw the coffee away. And say like "Work is done. You can do it later, Tim."

Tim would protest but eventually listen to Dick and get in bed. Since he doesn't take good care off himself Dick often stops by too force Tim to take breaks. He knows Tim has the need to prove the batfamily something, but Dick would comfort him and say

"You don't need too prove yourself to us, Tim. We're already proud of you and we couldn't wish for a better brother"

Jason Todd༉‧₊˚.

With Dick he may be a bit softer too, like if someone hurts him. Oh boy. The house is too small. He's already planning the funeral of the person.

While Dick may come off as a confident and strong person, deep inside he has the insecurity that people will leave him. And Jason knows that cause he has the same feeling. If Jason notices Dick feeling down he'd for sure take Dick to like a cafe or a restaurant or a movie to cheer him up.

I have also the feeling they'd pull pranks on Damian and Tim. Jason would obviously go into extreme and Dick trying to talk him out off it.

"Hey idiot, we're family here. You told me that when I got back from that pit. And we're not leaving you behind."

Tim Drakeׂׂૢ

I have the feeling he wouldn't really try to give something to his brothers but if they ask for sure he'll be there. Or if it's like really serious.

If Dick is hurt he'll rush up to help Alfred with the wounds and since it's Dick he'll basically tie him up on the bed. (Just kidding.) Or am I. No it's a joke, chill out. But he'll basically force Dick to rest. "You taught me to take care off yourself. So you should as well."

Tim would love to do sparring training with Dick so he can learn more from him. He could teach Tim more cool tricks with his bow staff.

With Jason Tim would be a bit more awkward since Jason's a violent and rough guy. Also since he's the most buffed and tallest in the family for Tim he's a bit intimidating. But at the same time he looks also up at Jason.

Like for one Tim would always come to Jason if someone made fun of child!Tim. And Jason would for sure give him advice on beating someone up and if Bruce passes he'll tell Tim it's a joke, but when Bruce leaves he'll tell him it's a joke.

Comes to Jason to learn new combat attacks. "hey Jason! Can you teach me that cool new combat attack you had today??"

With Damian Id be more difficult since Damian's jealous off Tim. He has the need to prove he can be as great like Tim. Greater even.

So when Tim talks to Damian why they have a problem with each other and Tim finally understands Damian, he'd give him a big hug and tell him it's alright. And that he doesn't have anything to prove. "You don't have to prove anyone anything, Damian. You're perfect the way you are"

Damian Wayne𓆩♡𓆪

With Dick he'd for sure show a softer side. Like I said with Dick they would for sure go to parks together to feed ducks or go to the forest to admire the birds and chipmunks.

Damian would show his drawings to Dick (it's personal to him so Dick is obviously honoured.) And I believe he would make a small head statue of Dick or a mini sculpture. If Damian drew something new he would run to Dick with excitement and hold it up. "Grayson, I tried to draw this girl on my school. She's my new friend."

If anyone I tried to hurt Dick or already did hurt him, Jason and he would be *the guys* to plan the person's funeral and go to kill him.

With Jason they'd do the meanest pranks on Bruce. Like these guys would have NO MERCY on the poor old man. I'm not kidding. Ones Bruce woke up with a 3D printed body of Jason Todd when he was Robin and Bruce started freaking out since he thought he was still dreaming. (They all got on camera)

They'd be like partners in crime. No kidding. They'd judge anyone, but don't care if they're the ones being judged.

Also Damian would randomly buy Jason books he has on his book list and leave like a note with it. "Hope you enjoy your book, Todd."

With Tim I'd be more a comedian show. Or yeah. Kinda. Jason would film the whole thing while Damian forced Tim to rest with a katana against his throat. You'd have Tim running around the manor while he's being chased with an angry (but secretly) worried Damian forcing Tim to rest or take a break.

If Tim wants something but doesn't have the time too or so he says, Damian would force Tim to go visit him together. (Uses excuses like: Drake, I need to go to there for a school project. Let's go) to cover he just wants Tim to have some break and peace too.

(Everyone knows every brother would happily kill someone if someone's gotten hurt. Like no kidding.)

Bonus: if we were their sibling, they would let no one near us. For protection.:)

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

character settings and dynamics of my s-class heroine genderbend AU

Tesilette dynamics get a little crazy and substantially different from canon here.

Trio & ReedAilette dynamics under cut, Tesilette in reblogs. If you're on mobile, read from here so you can scroll less.

(VERY long post under cut)

Hestio Ligenel

Literally the same characterisation as canon Hestio, idk what to tell you. Looks the same as well.

(Same HC as for canon Hestio) Very careful with her hair. God forbid anyone who messes with her bottles of shampoo and conditioner and hair oil

She’s a bit conflicted about the fact that she’s the only one among her friends without a nickname. Unfortunately, the fact is that her name is literally un-nicknameable

Ephael “Elphie” Chaletino

Decently buff

After the toy mansion, she trained like crazy to become stronger. There's only so much a supporter can do, after all, if the bruiser being buffed is weak to begin with

She would be even buffer if she had the choice, but unfortunately the stigma bearers are still treated like shit. Her diet is nowhere near optimal

Realised her given name was masculine when she was around 5. When she asked the orphanage’s caregiver why she was given this name, she was told that the old man priest who named her had passed a couple years ago so no one knows. They're all just using the name she was given

Ephael doesn’t really care about her name, though. She thinks it's funny when people see “Ephael” on the name list and waste their time looking for a man.

Tesilina gave her the nickname Elphie (Did you really think Hestio would’ve given her such a cute name?)

Hesphael dynamics

Ephael likes to flop over hestio and put her arms around hestio and lace her fingers together and to press kisses against her hair and ear and neck and to crow about how hestio can’t get rid of her. Hestio thinks they're just bantering.

Tesilina has to watch them be idiots for several years before Hestio finally figures it out.

Luckily for Tesilina, this happens before her regression starts so she doesn't have to sit through this a bajillion times

Tesilina “Tes” Argente

Hestio gave her her nickname because her name was too long.

Constantly harassed by men. Hestio & Ephael have taken to being her guard dogs and chasing off men on her behalf

Her being a stigma bearer ends up being good sometimes. When people try to retaliate against the three of them, Tesilina just says, “They were defending my honour… I have long since decided to devote myself to the Strict Order alone, after all” and then people can't really fault her for being so pious

(It doesn’t really work on all ppl when it’s a man whom people see as a respectable bachelor, especially if they're someone high-ranking within the vatican.)

When the subjugation is easy, incompetent men sometimes try to take her tank role in order to “protect the lady” in the name of “chivalry”. But when it’s hard, Tesilina becomes just a dispensable stigma bearer who is of course expected to tank at the risk of her life. It’s a headache for her because she’s deprived of opportunities to farm EXP and divine power, on top of being extremely condescending. She can’t even tell the men off for trying to do her job.

She’s still in the Knights of Worship division without Hestio & Ephael

Hestio & Ephael tried to transfer in but were thwarted by the division, who said that subjugations were "serious business, not outings for girlies to giggle"

Tesilina decided not to transfer out because dealing with their shit farms the Virtue of patience quite well. And because she’s never learned self-preservation in her life. Hestio had to stop herself from strangling Tesilina for this.

Reed

(MAJOR SPOILERS FOR NOVEL CH 130+ / WEBTOON S3 OR 4)

Present Round!Tesilina is more cutthroat than in canon, because the two friends who have accompanied her throughout her regressions have become a source of obsession for her.

She's seen them die too many times and in too many horrible ways

And they've always been protective of her as well, so it's impossible for her not to care about them. They - and not Ailett - are her crutch and her source of strength and what makes her feel like herself and a human, in a world that is determined to make her feel otherwise.

Like straight up she doesn't even gaf about Ailett anymore. She was interested for a short while but Ailett isn't the object of her obsession like in canon.

I hit tumblr's image limit so the full scene is here: link

The hair clip Reed is using is the one Hestio & Ephael bought her for her 15th birthday.

As Tesilina, she only ever wore it for formal occasions because she didn't want to risk breaking it in combat. As Reed, she’s now confident that she won’t get into fights that seriously endanger her, or the clip. And this counts as a formal occasion – she’s arranging their collective funerals.

The one Reed is using is stolen from the current round. She forgot to take it from the 100th because she was too preoccupied being empty and depressed and headed straight for the abyss. And when she had time to think in the 17th, she started to wish she had it. Well, it’s not like 17th really needs it anyway. 17th wasn't even supposed to be alive to use it.

Reed visits Hestio & Ephael right after watching her own funeral from the shadows. This scene is meant to be the chapter right after the scene above about Reed and Ailett's falling out.

This scene is a major spoiler for the fic, but this story is too ambitious and requires too much setup for me to realistically finish, so whatever. I hit tumblr's image limit, so here

Continued in reblogs:

Tesilette dynamics

Ailett's character settings

Bianca

[lemontartc]

Been a while since I posted a customs update since it's been a lot of me getting various projects started and very little completion, so let's do a lighting round!

I've sanded the entire princess alliance in prep for body repainting (minus Spinerella and Netossa, since the dolls I've going to use for them haven't come out yet). Left leg shows a raw grinding pass to remove vines and right shows after it's buffed out and softened. Using a little Acetone and washing it off also helps. Since this photo I also removed the molded on underwear and sprayed her with three coats of plastic adhesion improver to get her ready for repainting. There's some "ghosts" of the vines left on her legs still but I'm kind of headcanoning them as scars? I think Entrapta would have some of them from her machining work and errant experiments. I probably should have rounded the tips of her ears more but ears are kind of my enemy so this is what I'm working with. Still trying to figure out her hair...

I'm using Frankie for Perfuma and Lagoona for Adora. I cut and sanded down the mechanical details on Frankie's leg and filled the gaps in, as well as Lagoona's fin gaps, with some La Doll clay. I've heard people's woes trying to repaint Lagoona's leg and considering I was starting with Fearidescant Frankie with a similar translucent material leg, I thought it was best to treat them both the same way. I sanded them and then painted them with white gesso with a drop of blue and pink added respectively to make it a little closer to the rest of the skintone. I did two coats for both. I'm nervous how it will work on Lagoona, but for Frankie/Perfuma...

It worked out great! Yes, one leg isn't as smooth because of the layering and the clay, but you would never know it used to be a robot leg. After I'm 100% done with Perfuma, my goal is to repaint Venus, and then Lagoona. I'm waiting because I'm planning to use the same paint mix for all of them and just add a bit to lighten/darken it for each, and I'll definitely need a little more of the exact right shade to do some touchups as I work on Perfuma first. Repainting bodies still isn't my favorite thing and I'm not going to be doing it again after this series is done, but it went way smoother after everything I learned on the last one. The color is a little darker than it needs to be I think, but I was trying to put enough red in to counteract Frankie's blue undertone and it came out a way better color from the jump than Glimmer's did. I did one or two layers with the makeup sponge and then touched up any uneven areas with a nail art brush after that and it worked really well.

I'm also doing my first ever rerooting! And as you can see a little paint has rubbed off her nose as well as her ear tips while doing so, hence the need to save the paint until I'm done. I haven't done any of the hairline because I was waiting for smaller needles to arrive, so I've just been doing the bulk of the plugs and trying to figure out where to add new parts (I think a main one on the left side for her Princess Prom look), and this is how far I gotten because all four of the needles I bought broke (my fault, I was way overfilling then at first and went through them really fast before I figured that out, but I'm glad I bought a starter set while I was figuring it out instead of making my own from the start).

I never thought rerooting would be an option for me because of how exhausting I've heard able-bodied people call it, but I didn't think I could do Adora's hair well without it, and I thought I might need it for Entrapta's pigtails as well, so I decided to make Perfuma my guinea pig and I'll be honest: like sanding, it's exhausting but I actually really love it. My back hates it, but it's methodical and great to do while watching a show. The hair I used here is the chiffon nylon from Shimmerlocks and massive shoutout to them because customer service was super fast and helpful when I needed them. The nylon feels great so, barring Adora who I bought Saran for for color-matching reasons, I'm definitely sticking with nylon from now on unless a yarn wig makes more sense (like for Catra who I want to be able to go between long and short hair, or Scorpia who has such short hair I think acrylic will be easiest).

I think I'll be able to finish Perfuma as a doll this week, then move over to Entrapta, and then Adora, and then... I have to make clothes for all of them, oh no 😬

[capsicrew]

30 WoL Think Thonkers

7. Have they gone through any physical changes? What scars have they collected, and how do they feel about them? Did they sprout horns or other features as a result of spells or pacts gone wrong? How did light corruption impact them? Or have they walked away miraculously unscathed? Are they more peculiar for how eerily unmarred they are?

So I don't have as much to say on this one. For two reasons. One: As much as I divert from whats canon in the game, I also prefer to stick to that as well. Like… this is not a judgement against people who do, truly! But I also kinda like the challenge to myself to stick to what's canon as much as I can while also still molding the characters in the way I want and feels natural. So I definitely don't have anything extreme like wings or horns or major changes like that. Capsisi wears horns and "claw" nails, but they're decorative, not a part of her physiology.

The second reason, more for minor changes, is also that I haven't put much thought into it yet, lol. It would make sense for all their fights and adventures and everything that's happened--they'd have gained some scars or something. Ejvi already started with a lot of scars, so new ones wouldn't stand out on her. Kola plays the tank more often than not, so it stands to reason she'd have some she'd be proud to show off.

Obviously, they've all changed on the inside--grown and changed in many ways. But I haven't assigned any real physical changes. I think the only "physical" change I have made is that Beutiq used to be significantly more aetherically sensitive--early bouts with the Echo would knock him out and he could be prone to aether sickness. But, even if only from constant exposure, he's much improved. Which is much more convenient when those echo bouts show up at inopportune times.

But a pretty good question here, this will be something I put some consideration into and will have to come back to at a later point, lol

Late edit: Okay I wrote everything above last night, but then I remembered there was one subtle, but significant change. As I said above, Ejvi already started with a lot of scars and old burns that she got as a conscript. But many of them have been recently "overwritten" I guess… not gone, but many defined scars have been blurred or combined into new shapes. BECAUSE: I may go into more detail on it later, but I had to decide to what extremes they go to in the final battle with Zenos at the end of EW to end up in the state they do in what should otherwise be a 5v1 battle. At the culmination of Ejvi's battle, she uses a BLU spell she has never used before--Self-Destruct. It's a little meme-y for us in a video game, but I treat those 3 self-KO spells much more seriously in-canon. Ejvi knows Self-Destruct, Final Sting and Transfusion, but hasn't dared use them because of the extreme danger they put her in--she just values her life too much to risk it… and its worked out fine anyway. But in that fight with Zenos at the end of the universe, she puts it all on the line both in an attempt to end the fight (and Zenos), but as also one last bit of revenge+snark: "I've been saving a special spell just for you." and she comes in close and hits him with as much of a buffed Self-Destruct as she can muster (I know in game stats Final Stinger would be stronger, but it's about the SHOW). A huge, huge gamble that leaves her life on a knife's edge, but also a devastating blow against Zenos. What she finds out later, after recovery, is that the fiery explosion gave her a bunch of scars--over the old, bitter scars she gained at the worst points in her life. She still prefers to keep her body and scars covered up (because GODS she can't stand the pitiful looks they get), but she wears them with more confidence… the burns she got defending the world, overwriting the ones left in her old life.

[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - ch 7

and we're back yet again! this time you briefly get to meet Wendy O. Koopa for the first time! damn, y/n just can't seem to get a break, huh?

previous chapters

This time you didn't sit down as you kept wandering the castle. As cute as Dryden was, you wanted to avoid more potential social situations, and you figured if you kept moving you could get away with a polite smile and nod at anyone else you crossed paths with. Although, you supposed eventually you'd have to stop and ask directions back to Bowser's room; given that you ate recently, you figured you'd be more ready to get some sleep than seek out the kitchen to eat again in a few hours.

Whatever. For now, you didn't want to be near the bastard, so you just walked wherever your feet took you - down long hallways that all seemed the same, with pillars and sconces and red carpet (and the occasional painting or tapestry), doors dotting the walls every so often, big chandeliers occasionally offering a bit more light.

Eventually, you stumbled upon a door that was clearly not a bedroom door. Instead of a fancy design, or fancy panels or molding, it was just a regular wooden door. No doubt treated for heat, but simple nonetheless.

Since curiosity is always and forever a motherfucker, you made a snap decision to be potentially stupid and opened the door - just to be greeted by the warm air of outside. Instead of just seeing stones and lava, though, you were greeted to the sight of what looked like a go-kart track in the mid distance. You blinked and glanced at the closer building a little off to your left; multiple garage doors clued you into the fact that it had to be the garage where the karts for said track were located. Well… maybe a good walk and some investigating wouldn't hurt that much. Right? Sure!

You threw your caution into the nonexistent wind and boldly strode toward the garage. It was a little weird how much less nervous you felt without a certain pair of eyes on you… or maybe it wasn't weird at all? Either way, you refused to hold yourself back based solely on the potential of trouble.

You'd done too much damn work after your first "life" to enjoy yourself and get away from that paranoia. You were going to do what you wanted, damn it! Hadn't that bastard turtle even said he didn't mind if you walked around? Yes, he did, so you were going to take advantage of that. Hell, maybe you'd even stumble upon an escape route, if you were lucky!

…Although, if you escaped, you weren't sure how to get back to the Mushroom Kingdom. Maybe you had better wait for Peach after all.

And yes, she would rescue you! She had to! You gave the door now in front of you a determined frown as you pushed it open. Peach hadn't given you a reason to believe that she wouldn't find you, so you were actively choosing not to believe Bowser's words.

He wouldn't get in your head or under your skin, no way!

"Oh," you said softly out loud to yourself. A light automatically flicked on as soon as you entered, revealing not just two or three, but rather almost ten karts resting in the garage. They looked immaculate, the paint jobs nicely waxed and buffed and shiny, and the interiors kept clean. You approached one curiously for a better look; there weren't any tears on the upholstery or even fingerprints on the steering wheel. The thing looked brand new, although you couldn't imagine it was - you'd been hearing quite a bit about the kart races ever since you arrived in Peach's castle a few months ago.

"I wonder if the kids drive," you murmured softly to yourself; your voice bounced off the walls and you smiled a bit. Only two of them looked big enough to seat the king himself but you weren't about to approach those . He'd probably tan your hide if you even breathed too closely to them! However, you weren’t so afraid to lightly run your hand over one of the smaller karts as you gave it a good once-over.

Honestly, despite the situation you were currently in, it would probably be exciting to witness a kart race in real life. You’d seen the reruns of past races, but you understood they only happened twice a year and you hadn’t been around long enough yet to even get a chance to see it. Hopefully it wouldn’t happen while you were trapped here… but then, what were the odds you’d be here that long?

You didn't want an answer to that.

With a sigh, you turned and slipped back outside. Karts and cars weren't really something you ogled too hard usually. Plus, you weren't done feeling the oddly comfortable warmth of the fresh air yet.

You glanced around as the door closed behind you; most of the terrain was just… well, rocky. Rocky and flat just like home, although your home hadn't had pools of lava just sitting around. If you were a braver soul, you might've found one to get closer to, but you rather liked your eyebrows and haircut.

Maybe there was a path you could wander around on that didn't risk your skin and hair? Surely yes; the grounds, even just the castle itself, were fucking massive.

You drew in a breath, glanced around one more time, then chose a direction away from the castle and started walking. As you walked, you glanced up at the slowly darkening sky. Honestly, you bet the glow of lava against the night sky was probably quite breathtaking. You'd have to wait maybe an hour or so, but you wanted to see what it was like.

Something scampered by your foot and you nearly jumped - only to realize it was a little lava lizard hurrying to hide underneath a nearby stone. A small smile tugged at your lips as you bent to try and see underneath, but the shadows were already too dark. At least now you had a small goal while you were here: catch a little lizard to get a better look at the little… hm, geckos, maybe? You were excited to figure that out, anyway.

If you weren't afraid of getting your hand bitten you might've reached under for it, but you still weren't too familiar with what sorts of wildlife inhabited the kingdoms.

…It was only a little lizard, right?

Either very stupidly or justifiably boldly, you dropped onto your knees and bent down to stick your hand beneath the rock with the intention to feel around for the lizard. However, just as your hand passed beneath the stone, a pair of hands gripped your shoulders and yanked you back. You flipped onto your ass with a yelp, scrambling to get on your feet. Only then did you realize that none other than Wendy O. Koopa stood before you with her hands on her hips.

“Are you deaf?” she demanded. You blinked at her and silently shook your head no; why the hell was she wearing heels? Not that there was anything inherently wrong with it, but you would’ve tripped and broken your ankle trying to walk in them across such rugged terrain. Admittedly, though, she was pretty cute, with her lipstick, polkadot bow, and even her shell all matching the pink of her heels. You’d hold off on judging her personality until you knew why she was being… well, a bit of a bitch.

She scoffed, eyeing you up and down. “Coulda fooled me. I guess you didn’t hear me trying to warn you about sticking your hand in random holes, huh.” She stuck her snout up a little. “...It’s Missy, right?”

How the hell did she know? Oh well.

“...Right,” you mumbled. “Sorry, I was… there’s a lot on my mind. Um, is there something wrong with trying to catch lizards?” Although you tried not to sound too ignorant, you weren’t sure if you succeeded or not. You were ignorant, of a lot of things, but you didn’t want to seem like it.

She scoffed at you again and grabbed the hem of your shirt to drag you a few steps away from the stone. “Idiot, you’re a human . That’s a lava lizard. It spits little magma balls when it feels threatened, so unless you wanna get some serious burns, don’t go trying to catch one!”

You winced, subconsciously rubbing your hands as you glanced down at your potentially terrible mistake. That was a very good thing to know.

“Oh… thanks for warning me. I’m new to this whole area, so I really don’t know anything about the fauna. Or flora, for that matter,” you admitted. You glanced back at Wendy to see her expression had softened a little; okay, so maybe she genuinely had just been trying to warn you. It wasn’t unheard of for people to act angry when they’re actually afraid, after all.

She put a surprisingly strong hand on your lower back as she nodded. “C’mon, Maidie. If you really wanna see a little lizard up close, I’m pretty sure Junior has one you can handle.”

You blinked, then glanced at her. “Maidie?” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

She smirked a little in response, then nodded, “Yeah. Maidie. Can’t be calling you by your real name, right? We’re not that close.”

Fuck, you’d take it. Hopefully the confusion would keep people thinking your name was Missy or something. Or maybe they’d get confused and think Maddie (not Maidie) was your name, and call you something else altogether.

“Right. Thanks.” You turned toward where she was trying to guide you and took a few steps. Something caught your eye, though, and you paused right when she did.

The two of you watched as something started to happen that you had thought would be impossible: little flurries of snow were suddenly making their way down through the air. You had assumed that with all the lava around and the relatively comfortable temperature of the air that any snow would melt before it even got close, but here it was. And before you had even finished registering what it was, a biting wind began to kick up, pushing at your hair and clothes, the chill of the snow hitting your skin a shock to your system.

“Shit,” Wendy hissed, giving your back a shove hard enough to force you forward. “Run, lady, or else we’re gonna get caught in a flash storm!”

You didn’t even bother to respond as you lurched into action. Five steps later saw the ground already covered in a thin layer of snow with more quickly piling on. Even running, it took the two of you several long minutes to get to the nearest door inside, and by that time you were already soaking wet and shivering from the sudden onslaught of heavy snow and shearing wind. Your fingers, ears, nose, and feet were all numb; the moment the door closed behind you, you collapsed onto your knees, shivering violently.

“Wh-wh-what th-the he-he-ell-l-l,” you managed to get out through chattering teeth.

“Guards!” Wendy snapped, “Get the lady dry clothes and heated blankets, now! Maidie, I guess no one told you but up here we get flash blizzards like that. They happen so quickly there’s no time to even warn anyone… Damn it. Dad’s gonna kill me if you get pneumonia or something.” She helped you onto your feet and down a hallway. Since everything looked practically the same, you had no idea if she was taking you back to Bowser's room or if you were going somewhere else altogehter. Either way, you didn't think you'd complain as long as it was warm - you were struggling just to stay on your feet.

Despite being smaller than you, Wendy supported your weight fairly easily, much stronger than she appeared on the outside. She kept you moving even when you stumbled, which was concerningly turning out to be quite a bit. Hopefully she knew how to properly help humans deal with hypothermia…

[hotforharrysheart]

Couples Boudoir

It was going to be a quick trip, but you couldn’t help your excitement. I mean, it’s Paris, again, this time with Harry, who wouldn’t be excited? He had a photo shoot for Gucci tailoring for the Fall collection. The day would be for fitting and, interestingly the shoot was a night theme. The frenzy of a very big year was about to spin off out of control, so you were looking forward to some alone time, albeit only three days and couple of nights, but still any alone time was something you both cherished. Harry had made arrangements for a beautiful luxurious penthouse stay and a full spa day for you while he was working. You couldn’t help but feel guilty for the way he spoiled you. You told him you had plenty of research to do for your podcast, but he insisted that this not be a working trip.

“Please, go treat y’self. Luis made the appointment fo’ ya to have e a full day ta relax, believe me, ‘f I could join ya I would.” He has a stack of folded T-shirts in one hand and wraps his free arm around your waist. “‘Sides, wan’ ya as relaxed an’ pliable as possible, plan to have some, ‘uh-hum,’ energy I wanna burn off on ya in the city fo’ lovers.”

“Why, Harry Styles,” you place your hand over your heart, fiending mortified shock, “you are positively scandalous!”

He chuckles and reaches down to slap your ass cheek causing you to giggle, “Oh, believe me, certainly plan on defilin’ ya in every scandalous way possible.”

“Well, when you put it that way, mister,” you say smiling up at him.

You arrived early and checked in to the penthouse. You remember your first trip to Paris, alone to do your boudoir shots and wondered if you would get to see Helene again. The thought of that day shoots a shot of arousal through you, not to mention thinking about the night you showed Harry the photos she’d captured. You blush furiously thinking about it.

Harry’s on his way out the door for a day of fittings and an evening of photos.

“Ya ok, love?” He asks before he heads out the door. “Ya look flushed,” he asks putting the back of his hand over your forehead.

“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just a little warm,” you answer with a smile.

“Ok, well, ping me if ya need me, yeah?” He asks, brows furrowed.

You run your hand down his chest smiling up at him and say, “I will, but I’m fine, nothing a little champagne and relaxation won’t cure. Have a good day, baby and play nice, but not too nice with the other beautiful people.”

He laughs his little breathy laugh with his dimple popping proudly, kisses you goodbye and heads out the door.

Hours later you are buffed and puffed and coifed within an inch of utter bliss. You’ve opened the balcony doors to your suite and are enjoying a glass of wine and thumbing through a French fashion magazine. It’s starting to get really late and if you’re being honest you’re missing Harry. He’d texted earlier that he would be late and to make sure you got an evening meal, not to wait on him. You had waited, in spite, as long as you could and had been just about to order some room service when you received a knock at the door. You pad across the floor in your fluffy white robe and look out the peephole seeing a waiter in black tie leaning over a tray. You open the door and say, “You must have the wrong room, I didn’t order anything. At least not yet anyway.”

“Mademoiselle, Mr. Styles called and placed an order to be delivered to you if you had not placed an order by 9:30 p.m.,” said the handsome Frenchman.

You smile, sigh and melt just a little bit. “How thoughtful! Come in…” The waiter delivers the tray and is on his way. Closing the door, you smile to yourself wondering what in the world you ever did to deserve someone so special. You stop to send him a thank you message, longing even more now to see and feel him. You enjoyed an amazing meal and indulged on a chocolate éclair to satisfy your sweet tooth.

You’d drifted off to sleep on top of the duvet when you first heard the door rattle. Looking at the clock you see it was well after midnight. You jump up, skipping to the front room so you could greet him proper. He comes through the door looking utterly delicious. “Hi,” you say with your hands clasped behind your back.

“Hiiii,” he responds with a big smile. You go up on tip toes to wrap your arms around his neck and place a kiss on his lips. “Didya have a good day, darling?” You say against his lips.

“Yeah, it was good, missed ya though.” He says sighing. “How was yours?”

You reach up to thread your fingers through his hair, "Mmm...well, you’re kissing me in Paris, I never thought I'd have that..." you trail off. Turning your head to look out the balcony doors you say, "The city lights are just incredible. Can see the Eiffel Tower from here."

You turn back and he's staring at you, "No, baby, YOU are incredible, and I love ya so much.” He leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. “Mmm…we’re in the most romantic city in the world and I'm utterly exhausted."

Your face falls. “You are? I just thought,” you sigh, “I thought you’d make love to me in our beautiful Paris hotel room.”

“I know baby, I’m so sorry. It’s been a long day, yanno? Promise I’ll make it up to ya. Ya mad at me?” He says, turning your face to his.

“No, I’m not mad. I promise to always tell you the truth, so truth be told, I will always be sad when we can't make love, but never sad enough to change the way I feel about you or be mad, that's just silly. I understand that you have a physically demanding job and there has to be a point where you are absolutely exhausted." You thread your fingers with his and pull his hand up to kiss his fingers. He's stretching his neck and rolling his shoulders, you can tell he's trying to unwind as much as possible. "How about I rub your neck and shoulders then we can crash together?"

"Mmmm... sweetheart, tha’ sounds amazing," he groans hugging you and burying his nose in your neck.

You smile as he snuggles in. You brought some fancy lingerie with you…you think you’ll put that on and straddle his back while you’re massaging him. Maybe that’ll perk him up, you think as you kiss his ear.

Harry heads in to grab a shower while you soak in the tub. He gets out before you and you can't help but ogle his body as he dries off. He smirks catching you eyeing him, but his eyes reflect just how tired he really is. He wraps the towel around his waist, brushes his teeth and leans down to kiss you. "Don't be too long."

"I won't, I'm right behind you," you say with a sweet smile. He heads out of the bathroom and you finish up your bath. You take a moment to finish your nightly routine and pull the pins out of your hair, shaking it out. You rub lotion on your legs and arms, then open your bag to take out the short teal nightie you packed with the matching panties. Adjusting the straps and plumping your breasts you grab the lotion and head out to the bedroom. Harry is laid out flat on his tummy on the bed. "Baby, I'm gonna rub your back, yeah?" You say moving to the bed about to crawl up and straddle his bum, but you get no response. "Babe?" It's then you realize your poor guy is out cold. His breathing steady and even. "And, he sleeps..." you say smiling. You lean down and kiss the eyelid of the exposed eye and grab the throw off the corner chair to cover him. Then you crawl into the cool bed between the sheets yourself. "Don't worry nightie, you'll have your chance someday, you say to your lingerie, like it was as disappointed as you were to be ignored. Just happy to be there with him, you fall into a deep Parisian sleep...thinking that even the rest here is romantic.

He is tired but he’s glad you bought his sleeping performance. He looks over at you curled up on your side in that silky nightie and he knew there was no way he would’ve been able to resist you. He puffs up his pillow and wills himself to go to sleep. It’ll all be worth it tomorrow, he thinks as he allows sleep to pull him under.

Harry hears the vibrating of his phone on the glasstop bedside table, it's rattling it’s way across the slick top. He grabs the phone and hits the red "stop" button on his alarm. He had big plans for you today and he wanted to make sure you both woke up in time to have some time in the city, starting with a lovely Parisian breakfast. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with you on your first trip together to Paris, but there just wasn't much time and with a surprise appointment for you both later that afternoon, sight seeing just wasn't going to happen this trip. He would promise to bring you back soon for a proper vacation. He gently wakes you and it doesn’t take much convincing to get you up for a posh French brekkie because he knows how much you love breakfast.

You’re out the door in 15 minutes and walking down the beautiful streets of Paris holding hands.

"Oh, Harry, look!" you exclaim around every corner causing him to chuckle at your excitement. "What’re you laughing at, mister?!" you ask pouting, your bottom lip out.

"Ya so fuckin' cute when you’re excited." he says tweaking your nose. Looking in all directions for prying eyes, he pulls quickly into a covered alcove along the shops and grabs your face to plant a very decidedly French kiss on you. "Mmm..." you moan. "I love Paris on you," he says smiling.

"I love Paris on you too, H." you say looking up into his eyes.

"Come on, the Patisserie I wanna take ya to is just 'round the corner. They have these amazing beignets, eclairs and macarons and the chocolate espresso is so good." Pulling you by the hand, he leads you out of the alcove and back onto the sidewalk where, true to his word, around the corner is the cutest French Patisserie.

You have a decadent breakfast and he has macarons sent to the hotel for later because they’re your favorite. You get chocolate espresso to go and he’s leading you out the door. “Where’re you taking me?”

He leans in close to your ear and says, “think it’s a good day to take pictures, don’ you?”

Your eyes get wide. “Pictures? Like naughty pictures?!” You squeak.

He nods, leaning in close to your ear again. “So naughty, baby. Naughtier than ya imagined.”

He hails a cab and then you’re off to Helene’s studio.

The cab stops outside the studio and suddenly you feel both nervous butterflies and a slow simmering case of bone deep arousal. Harry grabs you hand, "Ya ok, love?" he questions with a smug smile.

"Yeah, I'm...I'm good." you say with big eyes.

"Ya nervous?" He asks searching your eyes.

You look at him and very seriously say, "Harry, I'm....baby, honestly, I'm just turned on.

"Mmm...good to know." he says smiling. "Le't's go, she's waitin’ an’ there's another surprise for ya inside," he says kissing your forehead.

"Helene!" Harry calls out pushing the button on the intercom outside the studio door. "We're here! Let. Us. In." he teases.

The door buzzes open and you hear her long before you see her. She's walking toward you both with arms wide open.

She kisses both of you on both cheeks and gives you a warm hug. “I knew you’d be back after last time,” she says smiling her coy smile. “We have hair and makeup ready for you. Come this way.”

Harry stops you in the hallway. “Listen ta me. Wan’ ya to be honest an’ communicate wi’ me. If ya not comfortable wi’ anything, ya say stop an’ I will. I…” He gulps. “I’ll go as far as ya wan’ me to. Ya wan’ m’ ta fuck ya, I will because I think tha’ would be so hot, but ya gotta wan’ it too.” His hands are on your elbows, holding you tight.

Your hand is fiddling with the neckline of his T shirt. You look down and then up to meet his eyes. “I want this, H. I wanted it as soon as Helene showed me those photos. I could see us in those positions. I could see our orgasms on film and I…I want that. So, I’m saying right now, I want you to fuck me in that studio and I want Helene to take those photos.” Harry smirks and kisses you with a smack.

Walking to the back of the studio, Harry plops down in a chair across the room from where Helene has an area set up for photo prep. Hair and make-up get you photo ready and all the while you’re thinking about what Harry said. His eyes catch yours occasionally and literally burn smoldering trails up and down your face. It's a subliminal foreplay, but not unfamiliar to you, you know the looks that reveal he's having naughty thoughts and currently, his look is positively filthy. You stand up from the beauty chair and Helene tells you there was a delivery for you this morning and it's waiting in the dressing room. You gaze over at Harry, who’s smirking.

In the dressing room is another very familiar white and black box with the Gucci logo. You giggle giddily and tear the ribbon off and throw off the lid to reveal the most incredible white lace body suit. It has an underwire cupless bra with two wide, long strips of satin that tie into a bow in the front covering your breasts and high cut legs and a teeny tiny split crotch made up of two white strips of elastic.

It’s gorgeous and sexy at the same time. He really has thought of everything, you think as you slip out of your leggings and carefully remove your shirt. You pull the body suit up and tie the bow as good as you can. You figure Helene will fix it if you didn’t do it right. The crotch feels strange and erotic as the little elastic strips split on either side of your pussy lips. You see a robe hanging on a hook but decide not to wear it out. It’s not like everyone in the room hasn’t seen you naked. “I should be more nervous,” you think to yourself. But the fact of the matter is, you’re not. You want this and the thought of it has you very, very wet. You never knew that this was something you’d be into, but you are. You step out into the studio and Harry spots you immediately. It’s his turn in the hair and makeup chair and you watch as they twist his curls into beautiful ringlets. His eyes are roaming up and down your body and the smoldering look in his eyes tells you he’s just as turned on as you are. When he’s finally coiffed, the beauty team loads up their stuff and then it’s just you and Harry in the room. He’s standing in front you, eyes devouring every inch of your skin. “I better go get changed,” he tells you though he doesn’t move.

“Ok,” you breathe out.

“Still wan’ this?” he asks searching your eyes.

“Why don’t you find out,” you tell him as you grab his hand and bring it to your drenched pussy.

“Ya soaked, baby.” He murmurs.

“Mmmm…” you say as his fingertips glide up and down your slit. He kisses you quickly and then moves past you to the dressing room. When he comes back out in a pair of red boxers, you feel another gush of wetness between your thighs. He grabs your hand and pulls you to the speaker where he lets Helene know you’re ready.

We’re really doing this, you think as you hear Helene’s footsteps on the hardwood. Here we go…

Stepping into the same room you did before, it feels strangely like coming back to a familiar memory. The room however this time is filled with candles and the windows are covered with the gauze curtains to keep the light dim.

Harry lets go of your hand, fiddling with his phone; he gives it to Helene who steps out of the room saying, "I'll go put this on the sound system and get my camera ready, make yourselves comfortable."

A few minutes later music is softly playing through the speakers in the ceiling and you find yourselves alone. "Baby, ya look, like nothing I could've every dreamed up in my wildest dreams,” he says looking you up and down.

You blush furiously and do a little spin. “I just never thought I would become addicted to lingerie, but apparently, it's gonna be problem if you keep spoiling me with it."

“Well, it's an addiction I'm more than willing to feed,” he says running his hands up and down your arms. "C'mere," he says moving you closer to the windows to get a better look even in the dim light. He brushes your hair behind your ears on both sides and cups your face in his hands, "God, ya so sexy," he groans leaning down to brush his lips every so softly across yours while you run your hands up his biceps.

"Click-click-click,” the sound of Helene’s camera. You both break apart and look over to see Helene leaning against the wall looking down at her camera screen scrutinizing the shot.

You smile to yourself and reach up to pull his face back toward yours. "Just forget she's here. All we need to do is forget she's here and she'll get what we want."

"Can do tha', 'm used to her stealthy ways. 'Sides, you’re an easy distraction," he says looking down at the tops of your breasts. "Turn around for me, wanna see the back up close.”

You turn around and he puts his hands on your hips gawking at your ass.

"Click-click-click"

He pulls you back against him so you can feel how hard he is…how much this is turning him on…how much he wants this…and you. His hands slide up and down your lace covered skin and when his hands move to your stomach and then down to your pussy, you turn your head back and kiss him as his fingers trail slowly up and down your slit.

"Click-click-click" You hear Helene speak, her voice barely a whisper, “remember to do move just a bit slower than you normally do so we can get the perfect shots.”

You pull away and turn around to meet his lips in a wet sensual kiss. "Mmmm," you moan into his mouth. Your body is slowly turning into mush and his is getting harder. You pull your mouth away, biting your bottom lip and look up into his eyes. He smiles down at you as you run your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. Standing on tip-toes, you whisper in his ear, "I love you, H."

The clicking and whirring of the camera fades into the background as you kiss down his neck and he raises his head to give you room to maneuver. You run your hands down the sides of his neck to his shoulders and place a kiss on each of the swallows at his collar.

Helene has moved in a bit closer, but thankfully a good lens allows her to let you both stay in the distance...in your own little world.

Harry moves his head down to look into your eyes as you look through your lashes working your way down his sternum...down to the butterfly. Holding your tongue out your trail the rest of the way down inch by inch until you are kneeling. He looks down at you and runs his palm under your chin, he wants to see your face.

You close your eyes, and his red tipped thumb runs across your bottom lip and you open to flick your tongue out to lick the tip. He presses the digit into your mouth, and you wrap your lips around.

“Jesus, baby…tha’s so fuckin’ hot.” he says wide-eyed. Pulling his thumb out of your mouth he runs it around your lips, painting them with your saliva.

"Click-click-click"

“Pretty…” he comments looking at your glossy lips. You look at his tummy and place a kiss below his belly button between his laurel tattoos.

"Click-click-click"

“C’mere, baby.” He pulls you up by your shoulders and leads you to the bed. He lays down in the middle of the bed and you straddle his waist. You can feel the hard length of him against your bare pussy and you moan throwing your head back.

"Click-click-click"

He sits up and presses his lips to yours again. He presses his forehead to yours. “Wanna kiss ya for a bit…s’tha’ ok?”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. You smile. “Love kissing you, baby.”

He smiles back. “C’mere,” he says, kissing you again. He starts off with slow, open mouth kisses before sliding his tongue in your mouth to deepen the kiss.

"Click-click-click"

He was right to start with making out because even though you didn’t feel nervous before, you can feel yourself start to relax even more and get to that place where it’s just you and him and the sex between you. It’s exactly what you both needed. Harry always knows just what you need.

Your body was electric. The tiny hairs on his thighs tickling the insides of yours sent a jolt of arousal straight to your core.

He's running his hands up and down your back before he settles on your hips. He looks down at your chest and says, "'M a big fan of bows on packages, this gift fo' me?" Biting your bottom lip, you nod following his eyes. He runs a finger along the side of your face, down your neck and across the top of your breasts. Running the back of his hand across your satin covered nipple he searches your eyes for confirmation that you’re okay. You smile your response and he reaches for one of the tails of the bow and begins a slow tug.

"Click-click-click"

The bow slips loose and the satin ties fall to the the sides. “Fuck, baby," he mutters looking at the way your tits are held up, but still soft and lush draping over the wires of the cupless bra. The cool air, his stare and the feel of the blood rushing to his cock making it twitch causes them to crinkle and become rigid.

He places a kiss over your heart.

"Click-click-click"

His hands slide up your waist to your breasts, cupping them, his thumbs circling your nipples. You close your eyes as he takes a nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue over it again and again. “Mmmm…”

"Click-click-click"

When he bites down on your nipple, you cry out, head falling back.

"Click-click-click"

He’s biting and sucking and it’s driving you crazy. “H…feels so good…feels so good.” When he pops off, there’s a long line of saliva connecting his mouth to your nipple.

"Click-click-click"

“Never been s’turned on in m’ life,” he pants out as he kisses up your neck. “It’s you…ya make me crazy.” He whisper pants. He’s kissing the spot behind your ear that you love when he whispers. “Wan’ ya. Wan’ ya so bad. Need to…need ta taste ya.” His mouth slides over your face to your mouth. “Gonna let me taste ya? Gonna open fo’ me?”

"Click-click-click"

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” You whisper back as he kisses you and you slowly clamber off him and switch places until he’s hovering over you.

He's situated his boxer covered pelvis against yours between your legs. You plant both feet on the bed knees up along his sides. You can feel the way the split in the crotch of the bodysuit is pulling your pussy open.

He can't help but rut into you his cock hard against the fabric of his boxers. That little bit of pressure is hitting you just right and you can't help but dig your head back into the pillow mouth slack and a moan on your breath. Your hands are in his hair fisting it.

"Click-click-click"

As much as he loves when you tug his hair, he reaches up and takes first one then the other and places them above your head. "Hold on, love,” he murmurs against your breast as he works his way down.

He's kissing the lace and scooting down your body between your legs. "Mmm, baby, smell so good,” he whispers. You raise your head and meet his eyes with a soft smile.

"Click-click-click"

He situates himself shoulder between your thighs. "Rest ya legs over on the bed babe, relax fo' me, yeah?" he mutters softly so that you can hear and still feel the intimacy of the moment.

You rest your legs open, and he places a kiss to the top of your mound.

"Click-click-click"

"Ya good, love?" he asks concerned with your comfort level.

"Yes, Harry, I'm good."

He places a kiss on the inside of your knee and then with an open mouth drags his tongue up the inside of your thigh causing you to squirm to one side. Wrapping his arms around your thighs he grabs your waist. "Gon' hafta stay still for me sweetheart. God the way this is holdin' ya open for me…” he says to himself staring at the elastic straps of the split crotch.

He closes his eyes and licks a slow stripe up your slit. You squirm and he tightens his grip so you can’t move. He’s not surprised you’re squirming; you’re swollen and dripping for him. For me, he thinks. MINE, is what he’s thinking as he takes another lick, pressing harder against you. He looks up to see you gripping the headboard harder and smirks against your wet cunt.

"Click-click-click"

He wants to tease you, edge you, make you cum until you can take it anymore but now’s not the time. You gasp and shiver as the tip of his tongue moves up and down your sensitive clit. He removes a hand from your thigh and places his middle and ring fingers in his mouth, getting them as wet as he can. You gasp again, louder this time, as his fingers move to your dripping hole, and he slowly slides them in. “Gonna wreck ya baby,” he whispers as he bends his mouth to you and sucks your clit in his mouth while his long fingers curl into your g spot rhythmically.

"Click-click-click"

Your back arches sharply and an unladylike groan erupts from your throat. "AHHH...Har..RY," you whisper shriek.

He raises his head with his fingers still stroking you to take a look at your face. "Look at me, love,” he demands. "Wan' see ya eyes, just a sec love, lemme see ya eyes." You raise your head and look down your body meeting his eyes just as he picks up the pace.

"Click-click-click"

You tamper your moan and he shakes his head. "No, wan' hear ya, please, lemme know it feels good."

"H, it feel so fuckin'...AH... right there, don't stop!" You’re a panting mess.

"Go on babe, cum for me, yeah? Wanna see it, I'm watching you. The camera is watching you." He groans out. He jerks his eyes down to your cunt, "Fuck, love, you just gushed on me, that turn you on? Ya like knowin' a camera is capturin' you cum on my fingers?" He bucks down into the bed trying to get some pressure on his hard as steel cock. "God dammit, so fuckin' hard for you...come on baby, cum for me."

"Hahh...Hahh...Harry, cumming!" It's all you can manage, while your back arches and your body begins to vibrate. Your tits are shaking from the way your muscles are contracting so hard on his fingers.

"Mmmm... yes, love, keep goin'!" He groans then leans down to suck your clit.

"Click-click-click"

You are absolutely apoplectic with how tight the orgasm has you in its grip. Your knees pull up, hands quickly leave the headboard to hold your legs behind the knees and your shoulders are pulling off the pillows head still thrown back.

"Click-click-click"

"Harry! Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou!." You cry out with abandon.

He’s panting nearly as much as you are as he kisses up your body, until he reaches your waiting mouth. “Good girl…Did s’ good fo’ me, love.” His mouth covers yours and then he’s sucking your tongue into his mouth. “Can’t get enough of ya, fucks sake.” He pulls back and pushes his boxers down his hips and you help him take them off. He’s on his knees looking down at you, cock hard and leaking.

"Click-click-click"

His hand moves down your face to your neck, over your breasts and down your stomach. “You’re amazing and I love ya.”

You smile at each other.

"Click-click-click"

He’s forgotten about the camera. The only thing he can focus on right now is you and how good you make him feel. He pulls your knees up high on his waist and lowers down until he’s hovering over you. He reaches down to align his cock with your entrance and then his hand is reaching for yours and he intertwines your fingers. “Gonna fuck ya now…gonna…ungh” he falters as he slowly pushes in.

You gasp and he smiles, kissing your cheek. “There she is.”

"Click-click-click"

“Don’ know how long ‘m gonna last, baby. I…ya feel too good. Gonna hafta cum for me like a good girl, hmmm?” He whispers against your mouth.

You nod.

You grip his hands, flexing your fingers utterly blissed out and floating on the high. You raise your head up to kiss him. "So deep Harry, push in deeper," you whine. He pushes forward and you both move up inches on the mattress. "Ha-ahhhhhhh," you breath out relieved. You roll your head back on the pillow and smile at the feeling of being full of him.

"Click-click-click"

He stills just hanging in the moment looking at the expression on your face.

Then you look back to him. "Harry, I wanna see," you whisper running your eyes down his neck.

He arches up and you both look down to where you can see him buried deep. "Can ya feel me here?" he places one hand over your tummy.

"Click-click-click"

"Yeah, you're deep...so deep," he looks up and smiles and says, “Yeah, ya ready?" You nod and rest your head back against the pillow and he reaches for your hand again. He pulls out slowly and then pushes back in and you both moan against each others lips.

"Click-click-click"

"Not gon' last baby," he says pulling one of your hands down to your clit. You know what to do. Your red tipped middle finger begins a circling pace that feels amazing. "Don' stop baby," he says pushing one leg to the side so that he can watch his cock plunging in and out of your wet hole.

Propped up on one elbow he's watching himself fuck you occasionally raising his head to look at your face. Your jaw is slack, the stimulation is overwhelming. He picks up the pace because it feels so good, he's chasing his orgasm. "Need ya to get there baby, need ya there s’ we can cum together." The clicking and whirring long forgotten. The need to fuck each other as basic as breathing.

"Ooooo...," and you're lost. The moment is hanging on a precipice of utter divinity. "Oooo...Harry..." you smile and let out a giggle. "Mmmm...I’m so there....mmm...so there...go slow...jus' go slow for a second," you giggle again.

He can't stop a chuckle. "So fucked out, hmm, babe?"

You roll your head, "Yeah, don't stop..." He's fucking you slowly and the camera is capturing every angle. "Hold on, love," and he picks up the pace again and you are falling over the edge. "Yes, Yes, Yes," you say on every thrust.

"Jesus! Fuck! God Damn!" he curses on every thrust. His mouth is open and eyes staring a passionately into yours. He fucks through both your orgasms.

He finally stills, body taut, he groans as he cums, collapsing on top of you, face buried in your neck. Your body is still thrumming and you swear that if he’d kept going, you could’ve cum again. He shifts minutely and you’re so sensitive you clench down on him, causing him to groan.

“Don’. Can’t take it,” he breathes into the skin of your neck. “Sorry baby.”

He holds you until your breathing goes back to normal and then he rolls off to the side and runs his hand through his hair. You both look at each other and giggle.

“Did we jus’ do tha’?” You giggle again.

“Umm, think we did. C’mere,” he says pulling you to him. “My wonderful amazing dirty girl,” he says as he kisses the top of your head.

"Click-click-click"

You shiver in his arms. "Hang on, babe," he says untangling himself.

"No, don't go!" you say tugging on him.

He chuckles and kisses your forehead, "Just gonna step over here," He take a big step and grabs the throw blanket on the chaise next to the bed and covers you both up. "So what happens next...you're the expert," he teases wrapping his arms around you tight.

"Well, I fell asleep," you say giggling.

"Ya fell asleep?" he chuckles.

"Yeah, but for some reason I'm wide-awake right now," you say tracing his butterfly tattoo. "I guess we'll go find Helene and take a look at the pics."

"Shall we?" he asks kissing the top of your head.

You both crawl out of the bed, Harry stops to jump into his boxers and wraps the throw blanket around your shoulders. "Warm enough?"

"Yeah, I'll go change," you say.

He pouts his bottom lip out, "Wear it again for me soon?" he says brushing his lips across yours.

"Mmmm...sounds nice..." you moan. He pats you on the bum on your way out the door.

Changed back into street clothes, you both find your way to Helene's office.

Harry knocks on the frame and Helene smiles at you both. She takes her glasses off. “These photos are beautiful. Really. I think you’ll both be very pleased.”

“Can’t wait,” Harry says.

“Come, sit. Just check this box on the ones you want printed,” she says, getting up. “I’ll leave you to it,” she says, leaving the office.

Harry sits down and pulls you into his lap. “Ya ready to see our naughty photos, my dirty girl?” You nod and kiss his neck. He opened the first thumbnail and the first photo pops up. It’s him softly kissing you, his hands on your bum, pulling you to him.

“Yes, this one,” you say, as he clicks the box. You’re scrolling through and the photos are better than you’d hoped. “H, these are amazing.”

He runs his hands up your tummy to your breasts. “These’re amazing and I got the photos to prove it.” He says, cupping them.

You lean your head back enjoying his thumbs brushing your nipples way more than you should at the moment.

“Click.” You turn to the door and she's already gone.

"She's sneaky, that one," you say pushing his hand back down to your sides.

As the photos get more explicit the tighter he holds you close whispering how beautiful you are and how thankful he is that you did this. You lean back forehead to forehead telling him softly how much you love him and you hear the final click and whir of the camera.

As the last photo pops up and he clicks the box to save it, you press your lips to his. “Thank you, baby.” You whisper to him. He kisses you, pulling you close to him.

[rereupie]

You know what... Even though I've never considered PhosDia... Tell me about them...

THANK YOU FOR THE OFFER

okay let’s start with the brief warnings that I do not interrupt them in a very sweetie healthy way!

First phase phosdia (baby phos) May look healthy at first sight, but when u dig harder you will get the chance into seeing the reason why dia really, really liked phos. It’s because phos desperation into getting stronger and looking up to dia made dia feel more worthy and stronger, like buffing up their confidence. It’s like thinking “I may be bad but I’m better than phos” and also giving them more confidence with the protector role, since dia has always been protected.

Second phase phosdia (after winter) it’s my least favorite, from here it felt like dia got triggered by phos change. Because phos was no longer weak, and this is why in my opinion made their realtionship get more distant. Yet dia couldn’t let themselves admit that out loud and tried to be happy for phos. Another way is I like to see dia using phos as means of romance bcz they want to experience it but don’t know anyone who is willing, phos being overly clingy to dia because they miss how it felt when they were babied. Couldn’t refuse but also felt.. left out? Like why don’t u care about me.

I feel like dia is being the cruel one not because of envy or anything. But bcz if selfishness mixed with ignorance, like they cannot see phos as anything deeper than phos and cannot comprehend the change in phos personality. And you cannot treat someone the same way u used to treat them 200 years ago.

Finally moon phase phosdia (my favorite)

They go back close but not because of anything affectionate but more like dia shielding themselves by phos (away from bortz) where dia wants to be as far as possible from bortz they need to hold on into phos. Because they cannot face bortz themselves (until later) and for that dia feels like they owe phos something, oweing them cuz phos is protecting me. So dia (being dia) don’t wanna include themselves on phos matters (because dia don’t wanna bother comprehending something they don’t care about) and lastly phos would feel a little bit of loneliness, and their constant feeling of distant with their realtionship w dia would go worse so phos would hide it with physical connection, so it can be a little rough (because in phos mind, dia is naive)

(Upcoming text May be a little heavy! You can skip if you can’t handle. Nothing triggering in particular just heavy)

So Diamond just offers themselves for phos, and yes in the way you are thinking of. And phos mind is busy with more complicated stuff so they couldn’t notice/realize this aspect. So on with their deep need of familiarity and affection. Phos need to feel protected even if they know it’s not as real as they feel it. So they get so so clingy into dia that rest of the moon gems would notice

I talk about them more in twt! Same user and thank you so much for asking!!💖

[buckybarnesdollface]

Throttle

Summary:  Just some shameless Bucky on a motorbike smut. Probably one of my favourite things I've written. Posting it on my birthday because why not. 

Warnings: SHAMELESS SMUT, Bucky on a motorbike, female reader       

           “Tony has a ridiculous amount of cars, does he realize that?” I grumbled as Natasha parked the Range Rover. She chuckled.

           “Don’t tell him that – He’ll give you a lecture about why each and every one of them is special and important to him.”

           I snorted as we made our way through the underground garage at the compound. We had just returned from gathering intel in the city, and as we passed the rows of Aston Martins, Lamborghinis, Ferraris and other ridiculously pricey vehicles I shook my head. My eyes landed on a sleek, black Honda CBR600RR, though, and I stopped.

           “Now this,” I murmured, “I like.” I looked up at Natasha. “Whose bike is this?”

           “That’s Barnes’,” she replied, but before I could get a closer look, she grabbed my wrist and shook her head. “Oh, no, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. He won’t let anyone touch that bike – Sometimes I think he cares about it even more than he does Steve.”

           I arched a brow. “Is that so?”

           “Yes. Seriously, he’s really weird about that bike –”

           “We’ll see about that,” I said, and then I was heading to the elevator, Natasha following and spouting warnings at me that I ignored. We found Bucky in the kitchen, looking like he’d just come from the gym as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He looked up as we came in.

           “That’s quite the bike you’ve got down there, Barnes,” I said casually. The corners of his lips quirked up, and his eyes sparkled.

           “You like that, huh?” he murmured, and I nodded, letting my eyes drop so I was looking up at him through my eyelashes.

           “I do,” I admitted, and then a slow smirk spread over my face. “I’ve always been a sucker for a sleek motorbike. There’s nothing better than the feel of all that power between your legs.”

           Behind me, I could hear Natasha cough to cover the fact that she’d just choked on the air she’d inhaled. Bucky’s blue eyes darkened, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He cocked his head to the side, grinning.

           “I’ll tell you what, doll,” he murmured, coming forward until his body had not-so-subtly caged me between him and the island. “How about sometime I show you the bike? If you’re lucky, I might even let you take it for a spin.”

           “I’d love that,” I purred. He smirked, winking before he slipped out of the kitchen. Once he was gone, I turned to Natasha with one eyebrow arched smugly. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

           “You are shameless,” she grumbled, but my grin only grew wider.

           So that’s how, a few days later, I ended up in the parking garage with Bucky. He ran his flesh hand fondly over the body of the bike, a grin on his face.

           “She’s a beauty,” I admitted, admiring the shiny black frame. “Can I…?”

           “Go ahead, touch it,” Bucky urged, eyes glittering. I shot him a wry look before running my fingertips delicately over the sleek frame. I circled the bike, examining it, impressed with its pristine shape despite the situations I was sure Bucky’d had it in. I said this aloud, and he grinned. “I take real good care of it,” he admitted. “I’m always buffing out scratches and keeping the paint touched up and polishing it.” His grin was wolfish. “I like to take good care of anything that belongs to me. You treat them well, they treat you well.”

           I felt my lips quirk up as my hand slid across the smooth leather seat. Bucky and I had been playing this game for months now, flirting and feeding the sexual tension between us, but we’d never actually done anything about it. It was driving everyone on the team insane, and I knew for a fact some of them had a pool going on when Bucky and I would actually hook up. That alone was enough to have me holding out as long as I could.

           “How’s it handle?” I asked. Bucky smirked.

           “Extremely well.”

           “Even the curves?”

           “Especially the curves, doll,” he purred, and I felt my stomach do a flip. I looked up to meet his eyes.

           “How’s it sound?” I asked him, and he inclined his head.

           “Start it up and see for yourself.”

           Biting my lip, I flipped the kill switch and turned the key, and then held down the start button. The bike rumbled to life, and I grinned delightedly. I looked over at Bucky, and he gave me a quick nod, lips quirking. I threw my right leg over the bike to straddle it, impressed with how comfortable the seat was.

           “Go ahead and give the throttle a little twist, doll,” he encouraged, and my hands found the handlebars. My right hand twisted the grip towards me just the slightest bit and the engine roared, bike rumbling beneath me and sending vibrations through my body. I hummed appreciatively.

           “How’s that feel?” Bucky murmured.

           “Amazing,” I breathed. “How do I look?”

           Bucky’s eyes raked over me, muscle in his jaw twitching as his arms folded across his broad chest. “Better than should be legal,” he admitted, voice low. “Christ, doll, you look like a teenage boy’s wet dream right now.”

           I smirked. “Does that mean you’ll let me ride the bike?” I asked coyly, and Bucky chuckled.

           “I did promise you could take it for a spin, didn’t I?” he sighed, and I nodded.

           “You did. No take-backs.”

           With a grin, Bucky slid onto the seat behind me, hands on my waist as he leaned in so that his mouth was at my ear. His breath was hot as he spoke. “I’ll let you take it for a quick ride,” he breathed, “but when I say, we switch. There’s somewhere I wanna take you.”

           I wrinkled my nose. “Where?”

           “It’s a surprise.” His teeth nipped playfully at my earlobe, and I shivered. I nodded in agreement, and then kicked up the kickstand and put the bike in gear, slowly releasing the clutch and twisting the throttle. I couldn’t keep the grin from my face as we drove the bike out of the compound and out onto the open road.

           It was exhilarating, the feel of the warm summer New York air whipping around us as we sped down the two-lane road leading away from the compound. I could feel Bucky, warm and solid behind me, his hands firm on my waist. We drove for ten minutes, but then his flesh hand squeezed my side, signalling it was time to switch. Sighing, I reluctantly pulled onto the shoulder of the road and moved so Bucky could mount the bike.

           I stood back for a minute, biting my lip, and Bucky looked up at me with a dark eyebrow cocked.

           “What are you doing?” he asked.

           “Admiring the view,” I replied truthfully. The way his thick thighs hugged the frame of the bike was damn near sinful. Bucky chuckled and shook his head.

           “Get over here,” he said, and I grinned before climbing onto the bike behind him and winding my arms around his waist. “Hold on tight, doll,” he ordered. “I like to go fast.”

           He wasn’t kidding, either; we flew down the road until the trees we passed were just a green blur. He took the curves with a finesse I only wished I had, and I could feel the muscles of his abdomen tighten and contract every time he leaned his body with the bike.

           After about twenty minutes we pulled onto a smaller side road, and then another five minutes had us pulling up to a pristine little lake. Bucky stopped the bike, shutting it off and putting down the kickstand. I slid off the bike and looked around in awe.

           “This place is beautiful,” I breathed. “How did you know it was here?”

           Bucky shrugged. “I found it one day on a drive. I come here sometimes, to get away.”

           I nodded, taking it all in. It was breathtaking, like a little slice of paradise. I could understand why he would come here to get away.

           Things were silent for a few moments, both of us just enjoying the view and the late summer sunshine. I climbed back onto the bike, where the sun had warmed the leather and black frame. Bucky looked up and cocked an eyebrow.

           “You just can’t stay off that thing, can you?” he taunted, and I shrugged.

           “It’s warm from the sun. It’s nice.”

           “You’re like a damn cat,” Bucky chuckled, and I hummed in response. I closed my eyes, hands braced on the seat behind me as I leaned back, head tilted towards the warmth from the sun’s rays. Bucky was uncharacteristically quiet, and I peeked over at him out of the corner of my eye to see that he had his phone raised. My brow furrowed.

           “Did you just take a picture of me?” I asked.

           “Yes,” he answered shamelessly. “The opportunity was too perfect not to. I’d be crazy not to capture my two best girls in front of such a beautiful backdrop.”

           My heart did a flip in my chest, and I sat up straighter. “Best girls?” I asked, and Bucky shrugged. I shook my head. “Last time I checked, Barnes, I wasn’t your girl.”

           “Aren’t you, though?” he murmured, coming to stand next to the bike. “I mean, the rest of the team already pretty much assumes you are.” The fingertips of his flesh hand traced along the subframe of the bike, dangerously close to the inside of my thigh, and I held my breath. “Plus, I wouldn’t have let anyone else ride this thing, and you know it.” He leaned in close, lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Besides,” he whispered, “you know I’d break the jaw of any guy that even looked at you the wrong way, the same way I know you’d tear a strip off any girl that set her sights on me.”

           My breath hitched, and my tongue swept over my lips. “Bucky…” I whispered, and his grin was lazy as his flesh hand trailed down my leg over my jeans.

           “Tell me you’re my girl,” he murmured. “You know it’s true. I wanna hear you say it.”

           I bit my lip. Of course I knew it was true; I’d been his for months, whether the words had been spoken or not. But I was scared to say it, to put an end to this game and make it reality. The flirting and teasing were harmless, but to admit I was his girl felt like an admission that was too dangerous to commit to.

           I thought back to what he’d said earlier. “I like to take good care of anything that belongs to me.” It had been meant as an innuendo, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I really had been his girl this whole time. All the late nights at the gym when we couldn’t sleep, the early breakfasts afterwards, the secret smiles, the way he always gravitated towards me during missions…

           I swallowed hard, lifting my eyes to his. “I’m your girl,” I said softly, and the grin that overtook Bucky’s face was like a kid at Christmas. He cupped my face gently, thumb tugging at my bottom lip.

           “That’s right,” he murmured. “Now, I want you to tell me what you want.”

           “For you to say you’re just as much mine as I am yours,” I said boldly, and Bucky’s eyes sparkled.

           “You know I’m yours, doll,” he chuckled. I smirked.

           “Does that mean the bike is mine, too, by default?”

           Something dark flashed through Bucky’s eyes as a wicked grin slowly lifted his lips. “Not how it works and you know it.” His metal hand reached out to start the bike, flesh hand tucking a loose curl behind my ear. The bike hummed beneath me. “But,” he continued, “I do like how damn good you look on it, and I know you said you liked the feel of all that power between your legs. So I think you’re really gonna like this.”

           Bucky’s vibranium hand twisted the throttle, and the bike roared. I don’t know if it was because Bucky already had me strung out, but the feel of the engine revving underneath me had waves of pleasure jolting through me. I fell forward, hands on the fuel tank to brace myself, as my eyes drifted shut. Bucky twisted the throttle again, this time a little harder, and a whimper fell from my lips as the bike vibrated beneath me.

           “Look at you,” Bucky marvelled, voice hoarse. “How’s it feel, having all that power between your legs, doll?”

           I forced my eyes open and over at him. “Feels pretty damn good,” I admitted, “but I can think of something that would feel a hell of a lot better between my legs.”

           Bucky’s jaw went slack, and then he was shutting off the bike and lifting my right leg to pull it across the seat so both legs hung off the left side of the bike and he could fit between them. Vibranium hand on my thigh, his flesh hand reached around the back of my neck to pull my lips to his.

           The kiss was hungry, all teeth and tongues and noses bumping against each other. My hands clutched at Bucky’s arms, and when his lips left mine to trail down my jaw and nip teasingly at the skin at my pulse point, I trembled.

           “Bucky…” I whined, and he pulled back to look at me with hooded eyes.

           “I got you,” he murmured, and then his hands were deftly unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, tugging them and my lace underwear from my hips and peeling them off my legs. He hooked my right leg over the handlebar of the bike, and then his lips captured mine in another searing kiss, his flesh hand slipping between us to explore my folds. I groaned into the kiss, and I felt Bucky grin against my lips.

           “So wet already, sweetheart,” he breathed. “This what you had in mind when you said you could think of something better?”

           “Not exactly,” I huffed, biting my lip as Bucky’s fingertips pressed against my clit. He smirked, and then he was kneeling in front of me, hands on my thighs to hold me open to him.

           “How about now?” he murmured, before diving in and licking a stripe up my folds, from my entrance to my clit. I cried out, hands flying to his head to tangle in his hair. His lips wrapped around my clit and sucked as the tip of his tongue danced around the bundle of nerves, and already I was so close to falling off the edge, eyes screwed shut and chest heaving.

           “Buck…” I panted, nails scraping against his scalp. He grunted, and I tugged harder at his hair, losing patience. “Barnes.”

           His eyes flicked up, and I lost my breath; his pupils were blown, tongue still delved into my folds as he regarded me from between my thighs. It was the most sinful thing I’d ever seen, and it sent a fresh flood of heat straight to my core.

           “Come here,” I whispered, and in an instant he was up and kissing me. I could taste myself on his tongue as he swiped it across my own tongue, and when my hands started undoing his belt buckle, he growled.

           “Turn around,” he demanded, “and lean against the bike.”

           I did as he said without question, hopping off the leather seat and turning to bend my body over it, wiggling my ass playfully. Bucky delivered a sharp smack to the flesh and I shrieked, another wave of heat flooding my core. I could hear him unzipping his jeans, and then his knee was sliding between my thighs to spread them further. He slapped my ass again, immediately soothing the stinging flesh by massaging it. I could practically feel my arousal dripping down my thighs.

           “Is this what you wanted, doll?” he asked, sliding the tip of his cock through my soaked folds. I moaned, hands clutching the seat below me. “You said you liked powerful things between your legs. Let’s see how you handle this.”

           With one forceful thrust he was sheathed inside me. I gasped as he stretched and filled me in a way I never had been before, and he let out a quiet hiss between gritted teeth as my walls clenched around him. He only gave me a moment to adjust before he was pulling out just to force himself back in. It didn’t take long before he’d set an unforgiving pace, driving into me until the air was filled with the sound of flesh on flesh. The grip he had on my hips was bruising, sure to leave marks, but it only added to the pleasure I was feeling; I knew he’d mark me all over if I let him, claiming me as his for everyone to know. His possessiveness should have bothered me, but it only made me want him more.

           Bucky’s thrusts started getting sloppier and he fell forward, chest pressed to my back as his flesh hand slipped under my shirt to palm at my breasts over my bra. His lips nipped and kissed at the back of my neck, and I felt my release drawing near.

           “Shit…” I whined, and Bucky’s mouth left sloppy kisses over my heated flesh.

           “Let go, doll,” he panted. “I’ve got you, it’s alright.”

           I chased my release, and when it finally came, I cried out, body tensing before going boneless against the bike. Bucky’s hips stuttered and then I could feel him spilling into me with a low groan. He let his weight relax against me for a handful of seconds before he was lifting off me. With a tiny groan I pushed up off the bike, reaching for my clothes to pull them back on. Bucky grinned at me as he buckled his belt.

           “I think I finally found a sound I like better than my bike’s engine,” he teased, and my eyes sparkled.

           “And I think I’ve finally found something I’m gonna like riding more than your bike.”

           With glittering eyes, Bucky caught me around the waist and pulled me to him to kiss me softly. When we broke apart, his thumb traced lightly over my lips.

           “I know we joke around a lot,” he murmured, “but it really would mean a lot to me if you were my girl, (Y/N).”

           “I am your girl, Buck,” I assured him, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. “You know I always have been.”

           Bucky’s smile was warm, and he nudged me back towards the bike. “C’mon, let’s get back.”

           When we got back to the compound, Bucky parked the bike and then we headed to the elevator. I slipped my hand into his, and he looked down, eyes rounded in surprise, before squeezing my fingers gently and smiling.

           We walked into the common room, still hand-in-hand. Steve was the first to notice, and his eyes widened before a slow smirk spread across his face.

           “Alright, everyone, pay up,” he announced, and everyone’s eyes landed on Bucky and I. Nat and Sam shook their heads as they dug into their wallets, and Tony and Clint groaned. Wanda was grinning as she handed Steve a few bills.      

           Bucky’s brow furrowed. “What’s going on?” he demanded.

           “They all had a pool on when you and I would finally hook up,” I replied with a shrug. Bucky’s eyes narrowed.

           “What –”

           I set a hand against his chest to calm him. “Easy, big guy,” I chuckled. “Why don’t you just forget about this, and come upstairs with me? I didn’t get to return the favour from earlier.”

           Bucky’s eyes darkened, and the common room was filled with groans of annoyance.

           “Just because y’all are doing the dirty now, doesn’t mean you have to be public about it,” Sam grumbled. Bucky’s eyes flicked over to him for just a second before returning to me.

           “I apologize to everyone in advance,” he murmured to the room without breaking from my gaze. “Turns out my bike isn’t the only one that gets loud when you turn her on.”

           “Bucky!” I gasped, cheeks hot and eyes rounded in horror. Before anyone could say anything, Bucky was dragging me out of the room and to the elevator, lips grinning against my throat. I pushed him off me, fixing an unconvincing glare on him. “You’re incorrigible,” I huffed.

           “You know you wouldn’t want me any other way.”

           Hard as I tried, I couldn’t maintain the glare. “Oh, fuck it,” I muttered, crashing my lips to his. When I pulled away, I was smirking. “Take me upstairs; I wanna see if the biker holds up as well as his bike.”

           “Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, wicked smirk on his face. “I can go all night and into the morning.”

           I grinned. “Good. Let’s go then, soldier; your girl’s in the mood for a long ride.”

[plush-rabbit]

Asmodeus Dating Headcanons

Request: Relationship headcanons for Asmodeus having a chubby bf?

A/N: I hope you like this. I didn’t want to assume that you’re insecure about your weight so I tried to not add that

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Asmodeus makes a wonderful partner- attentive, caring, always making sure that you are in the spotlight with him and if needed, will provide you a new wardrobe to match with his. While the outfits won’t scream “the typical couple outfits”, it’ll be clear that you two are together with each matching shades or patterns. A relationship with him is something that he treasures for however long it is maintained because at that moment, you are part of his world and how could he ever let you down.

Devildom is home to demons and others alike, beings that come in all sorts of styles. The Avatar of Lust is not picky when it comes to what size or shape his partners should be, preferring for a connection rather than trying to fit into some sort of profile for others. When the two of you begin your relationship, he’s extremely loving towards you- always affectionate and letting his hands sink in your plump arms and thighs, while his nose brushes against the side of your chin. He calls you all sorts of sweet things, love on the tip of his tongue and intertwined with his words. You’re so soft compared to him, your body warm as with soft hands you hold his and he just loves how rounded your fingers are, how he can kiss each tip of the finger and then some.

While he may not want you to change for him- the demon is fond of your own personality and tastes- he would like to occasionally match with you and find outfits that can help accentuate your features- you’re shoulders, waist, the way that you stand tall, the soft curves of your body and whatnot. As long as you’re with him, you’re going to find a style that fits you and makes you feel more you. He’s your everything- your hype man, your stylist, and partner. No matter what you wear, he’ll give his honest opinion, or touch up on the clothing by adding an accessory or removing something.

If you two are going to shop together, it becomes a bit more than just matching outfits. He’d also like for the two of you to have matching nails and will either do them himself or take you to a salon and get a manicure done with you. While he is no professional by any means, he does often prefer for himself to do your nails. Just a simple buffing and applying a nice coat of nail polish. He isn’t sure if he wants your hands to exactly match his or if he’s like a bit of an inverse compared to his. If you rather have a different color, there isn’t much he can do about it. he will playfully whine about it, but it’s all in good fun, nodding along as he applies a different color.

As mentioned previously, Devildom is home to demons and alike with different shapes and sizes so it is easy to find things suited for you. There are all sorts of patterns and outfits to try on- colors that pop against your skin and fabric that doesn’t rise or feel too scratchy. There are patterns that make you feel like a confident partner, walking around in statement shirts and if you find yourself comfortable in something then the outfit is already being rung up at the register. He wants you to feel good about yourself and he understands that a wardrobe holds so much power over that and having an expensive article of clothing and feeling comfortable in it is the way to expand and grow on your confidence.

More often than not, there are times where Asmodeus will completely zone out of whatever is going on in front of him. To the dismay of his eldest brother, it’s usually during meetings. He can’t find himself lingering with attention too long, and subconsciously his hand will reach beside him, his hand clasping around yours as he doodles little drawings over his notebook. His hand will hold yours, and he’ll memorize each small wrinkle of your hand, your nail beds, and the way that your fingers slightly curve. He loves the pillowy feel of it, how he can simply sink his fingers into your palm when he holds your hand. Because of this, he grows brazen, leaning into your touch, letting his hands brush against yours, or his biceps pressed against yours. He’ll hold your hand and ease you to lay on his lap, his attention on the television as his hand knits through your hair. He finds himself unable to pull away, completely enamored with how you feel against him.

The three realms all view body and size differently. Each is loved and cared for, something soft and beautiful but as the years continue and the human realm ticks onward, views do change. The demon is more than understanding when it comes to the human trends and fashions, so he knows that anything edging towards plus size is something rather watched with unblinking eyes. It takes a bit of time for him to find comforting words that actually meet something and he’s patient if you would rather work your way up to more tight fitting clothing or something alike. Emotional and lovely, is what he does best and he wants you to know that he has your back.

Due to the different views in the three realms, there are times where you will hear the demon reminiscence of how the Celestial Realm treated bodies. There’s a bittersweet smile that graces his features as he speaks how each body is meant for love, that the bread is warm to feast on and not to deny. Devildom is no different, bodies of demons and others coming in various sizes that the only difference something makes in attraction would be the class of a demon. He’ll turn to you and he’s excited to hear your views, to nod along and roll his eyes when something distasteful comes up.

Feeding each other is something that the egotistical brother craves. He enjoys the intimacy of it, the way that you trust a demon to be so close to your hand, fangs glistening under the pale moonlight as he bites off a piece of macaroon. He likes the sweet kisses that erupt from it, honey still on his tongue and something fruity and slightly bitter on yours as you press your lips against his. It’s no surprise that he would also take photos for Devilgram of either him feeding you or arms linked with one another, desert on the end of each hand poised at the lips, a moment captured and uploaded for all to be envious of.

It’s no surprise that the Avatar of Lust loves to kiss, but rather than having ones that are passionate and make you lose your breath, he prefers the quick, peppered types. The short kisses that press all over your face and slightly ruffle each other’s hair; the type where you giggle under his feathery touch and call his name in a lovely song. Asmodeus wants nothing more than to just touch you and nuzzle into the soft curve of your neck, to close his eyes and feel your pulse beat against him. He loves to let his kisses press against you in a quick flurry, one where you don’t have time to react and can only laugh as he ends each kiss and begins a new one with the same breath.